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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Twenty_One_Pilots
  Relationship:
      Josh_Dun/Tyler_Joseph
  Character:
      Josh_Dun, Tyler_Joseph
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      Angst, Psychological_Torture, Implied/Referenced_Torture, Emotional/
      Psychological_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Hurt/
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      -_Freeform, Religious_Content, Kidnapping, Flashbacks, Childhood
      Memories, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety_Attacks, Mental_Anguish, Inner
      Dialogue, Violence, Threats_of_Violence, Threats, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Rape, POV_Minor_Character, Minor
      Character(s), Anger, Regret, Fear, POV_Alternating, POV_First_Person, POV
      Tyler, Past_Child_Abuse, Divorce
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      Published: 2016-07-03 Updated: 2016-11-03 Chapters: 17/? Words: 27109
****** When Two Souls Collide ******
by PoisonIvyBlossom
Summary
     ...Someday surely we will find a way to stop lovingly hurting each
     other...
     Even if you embrace me till it's suffocating
     We will never become one
     The cold starts before dawn
     Please light a path that is solely for us" ~ Tyler Joseph
Notes
     This place is so new to me and i'm not quite sure where this is going
     to take me but here is it. This is a pretty much "as i go" type of
     fanfic so i don't necessarily have concrete ideas, but i'm sure
     something good will come out of it! Stay safe and take care frens! <3
     Also this fic is pretty much told in Tyler's point of view but
     sometimes in Josh's point of view since they are the only two in this
     fic, it would be kind of strange to see from only one side
***** Counting The Days *****
Tyler’s POV
You know that feeling of utter pain and emptiness? That feeling of deep rooted
depression? That feeling of…meaninglessness? That feeling of being broken into
tiny fragmented shards? That is my daily existence…it’s the only existence I
have come to accept, the only existence that was offered to me…
“TyTy, why are you crying?” Joshua asked me. He was more or less the person who
offered me the existence that I have come to accept. He was the closest thing
to a caring soul that I have felt, in the past…how long has it been? 1,846
days, if I remember correctly…I’m not sure, I need to count the tally marks in
my notebook again, soon. I keep forgetting to count, I just add.
“No reason, I’m just thinking…thinking too much…” I said trying to shake the
tears from my cheeks. He came over to me and looked at me. He kneeled to my
level and took his thumbs and cleaned my cheeks. JoJo could be very caring,
when I needed it. I thank him for that, every day I do a tally mark.
“TyTy, you shouldn’t cry…you look hideous when you cry, I have told you that
before…right?” he said effortlessly with a small smile, with his white teeth
catching the light just right, giving them a slight shine. I smiled softly and
nodded. JoJo is nice, really nice…he comforts me and hugs me and makes me feel
like maybe I am cared for, maybe there is a little bit of hope left out there
for me. Maybe it’s in his nature to be caring and loving, but that doesn’t take
away that Joshua still exists….
“Ty, are you hungry? Did you eat today?” JoJo asked looking at me. It was clear
that I lost a bit of weight from my already slender frame, but it was due to no
fault of his own, I just was thinking too much and forgot to eat.
“No, I haven’t…I’m sorry that I have been wasting your food…I hope you can
forgive me…” I said in a low mumble with my eyes aimed to the floor.
“It’s okay, Ty…I’ll bring you something. Can I trust you enough to walk around
the house and not leave? You know how I feel when I think you are going to
leave, right?” he said caressing my face caringly with his hands and making a
slight pouty face at me. He was trying to make me feel comfortable, I guess.
“Yes, you can trust me enough for that. I won’t leave, I won’t ever leave…I
love you” I said looking up to him hesitantly, it was hard for me to really
look at him because I knew his face and eyes to be two different people. He
lifted my face by my chin with his index finger and he smiled gently and gave a
slight nod.
“I love you too, TyTy. You are my baby, and you will always be mine and I will
love and protect you for as long as I can. No one else in the world will ever
hurt you, because I am here for you” he leaned in and have me a passionate yet
soft kiss on my lips, which probably feel like sand paper from how much I bite
them and how little care I have taken care of them in 1,846 days. He smiled and
motioned for me to sit up. I did as I was told and he pulled a key out of his
right pocket, his pants always would fit nice but he pockets were always tight.
He unlocked the lock which chained my torso to the bed and the wall. Joshua
used to have me always completely chained up to the bed and the wall. I
couldn’t move more than four feet in any direction without those chains keeping
me captive. Joshua had not only my torso chained to the bed and wall, but my
ankles and my wrists. It was honestly nightmarish, all I could do was write in
my notebook, and instead of writing words, every day I would make a tally mark.
It was all I thought I could do and the only thing I actually could do. After
about 280 days, JoJo started taking away the ankle and wrist locks. He
complained that it bruised my delicate skin. That my soft skin bruised very
easily and that the locks and chains in those areas were excessive. By day 568,
he began to lengthen my torso chain, he also complained the red, purple, blue,
black, and yellow didn’t look very good on my torso either so lengthening my
torso chain was a no brainer. By day 932 my torso chain was lengthened to the
length it is now. I could freely walk around my room and do things I wanted to
do. JoJo was really nice, he brought me hair products to do my hair, special
hygiene products for me to use that I requested, he even remodeled the bathroom
in my room so I could have my own bathroom and not use a bucket all the time to
do my necessities, and baby wipes to clean myself. JoJo would even bring in
things for me to do. He brought me a guitar for me to play, but the strings
hurt my fingers so he brought in a ukulele and I played it and he liked how I
played, even though in the beginning I sounded horrible. Every few nights he
brings it in for me to play for him and so I can sing for him. He tells me
jokes and makes smile. I used to hate smiling because my bottom teeth aren’t
the prettiest things in the world, but he says my bottom teeth have personality
and make me look very adorable. JoJo also lets me cook for him sometimes, and
would let me leave my room for a bit and walk around the house so I could watch
TV, but the phone never worked and all of the windows were pretty much blocked
out. No one could see in, and no one could see out. Sometimes I ask JoJo what
the outside world is like and he says simply “Terrifying”. I usually nod my
head and ask him about his day, and he would talk about his day then ask me
about my day in return. JoJo is so nice to me, and he does things for me that I
appreciate more than he could ever imagine.
“Okay, so I’m going to bring you something, I’ll surprise you” JoJo smiled as
he pulled me up to my feet. He looked at me with a shy smiled as he took my
hand and led me out my room. this place was nice, I like this place. It was
pretty, it had a very cozy feeling. It felt like a home that could belong to
anyone, anyone could walk in here and feel right at home. JoJo loved cats, so
there were always little kitten and cat figurines and pictures everywhere.
There were also a lot of religious gifts as well in here, and frames that had
prayers on them. Sometimes when he is out and he lets me walk around, I read
the prayers and talk to God. Sometimes God doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. God
is busy lining up the life of someone else and can’t possibly have time to talk
to me all the time.
“TyTy, I need to you lay here and watch TV, is that okay with you? Can you do
that?” he asked as he grabbed some keys, possibly car keys.
“Of course I can, I know the drill too. If I hear any knocking or door knob
jiggling that doesn’t sound like you, I drop to the floor and stay as still as
possible till it stops and I don’t get back up until you come home and you say
I can” I recited to him so proudly.
he chuckled a bit and said “finally that stuck in your brain. I’ll be back
soon”
JoJo has been gone for a few hours, and now I’m starting to get worried. He
left at 9:17pm and it is now 11:37pm. A few minutes after he left, a downpour
hit, and it still hasn’t let up. Why has he been gone for so long? Did he leave
me? Does he not love me? Does he not care for me? I was feeling my heart bubble
and pound at the same time and a breaking in my chest. A cold and clamminess in
my extremities but a broken feeling in my chest. Did JoJo leave me?
“JoJo, please come back to me” I whispered very lowly. I wasn’t allowed to
speak when he wasn’t here. Im not sure how he knew when I spoke when he wasn’t
here, but he always did. He also knew when I didn’t speak, he knew everything.
He knows everything, so that is why I trust him.
a door knob began to jiggle and it was the backdoor. I didn’t know what to do,
JoJo never came in through the back door of the house. Was I supposed to drop
to the floor? Was I supposed to go check it out? Lord, what am I supposed to
do? JoJo never told me what to do if I heard the back door being messed with.
Rain started banging on the windows harder and louder. I didn’t know what to
do, the back door knob was being messed with and I’m not sure what to do. I
just laid on the sofa and hoped whoever it was, would go away.
“click” I heard the back door knob open up and I felt…anxious and afraid. I
heard a calmness in the footsteps and the door being closed. I heard keys and a
paper back being dropped on the counter near the back door. Who is it,
God…please tell me who is it. The steps became closer and closer with a little
more thump in them as the steps came closer towards me. I looked, and it was
JoJo my eyes of worry melted to relief, but that was only for a second…
“Why aren’t you on the fucking floor?” Joshua said with a scowl to his face.
Before I could actually fathom an explanation, he began to take off his belt.
“Please, I’m sorry…it’s won’t happen again, I’m sorry. I am so very sorry” I
whimpered as I felt worry build back into my body and my extremities become
cold again. I began to open and close my hands, since I felt my hands begin to
go numb. No words from Joshua, just his belt slashing through the air to hit my
upper arms and my legs. every time I heard that belt slash through the air, I
knew it was going to try and slash my skin just as easily. This is actually a
very uncommon punishment from Joshua and was actually considered light
punishment by his standards. Even though “light” it didn’t take away the deep
stinging I felt on my skin and flesh. I guess my red face and tears of utter
agony weren’t enough. He had to hear something from me. He pulled me by my left
arm and pulled me to the floor he hit me with his belt on my back, I felt the
stinging, I felt the bruises begin to form under my skin, but still nothing
other than small whimpers and sobs. He dropped his belt and ripped the back of
my shirt open and picked up his belt again and I heard the quick slices of the
belt through the air and onto my bare back. I felt my skin start to rip open
and I could feel warm liquid pool and drip on my back. Despite this, I only
sobbed and whimpered, just now a little louder. He dropped the belt again,
could his punishment be over?
he flipped my stressed filled body over and he grabbed my face and squeeze my
jaw tightly to inflict more pain on me. He clenched his teeth and through
clenched teeth in an almost demonic voice he uttered “You fucking fairy, you
cunt faced piece of worthless shit. You aren’t anything, you are fucking dumb
as fuck and no one misses you. No one bothers to even find you. You mean
nothing in this world and I am the only thing in this world that cares about
you and keeps you safe. You are so fucking retarded that you can’t even follow
the simple directions I gave for years. You are fucking moronic and you aren’t
worth a damn thing. You don’t even deserve to eat”
My tears were now full of fire and pain and the only desire I had was to go
back to my room.
“The fuck you have to say, cunt face?” he uttered through clenched teeth as he
squeezed my jaw tighter than he had before.
“I..I want…” I wimpered, I felt so helpless and broken, Joshua needs to stop
this, I am hurting, I’m in pain…where is JoJo, he would never do this to me.
JoJo loves me.
“You want what, you little bitch?”
“…my…room…” I sobbed as I felt the liquid on my back still dripping but
starting to dry up. It was horrible, I can’t take this. Why does Joshua do this
to me?
“Your room? you fucking bitch…I’ll take you to your room, you fucking slut”
Joshua said letting my jaw go but now picking me up by my arms and pushing me
towards my room and he started to undo his pant.
Joshua, no please stop…this isn’t good, when JoJo sees what happened he will be
very upset, please stop…
“You’re my little fucking slut and you’re going enjoy this” Joshua said as he
pushed me down to my bed and began to take my shorts and boxers off. I kicked
Joshua, Joshua doesn’t love me. Joshua doesn’t deserve me, Joshua is hurting
me.
“You dare fight me, little girl?! You act like a bitch and you are going to get
fucked like a bitch!” he said before giving me a stiff punch to my jaw,
knocking the fight right out of me. He flipped me over and propped my lower
body up. I felt my soul being ripped away from me, tearing of my innocence, the
ripping of my body and my mind…Joshua is hurting me, Joshua is killing me.
JoJo, where are you? You said you wouldn’t leave me and that you love me…you
said you would protect me…protect me…please…
***** Chain of Memories *****
Chapter Summary
     "I've been having these weird thoughts lately.... Like, is any of
     this for real... or not?"
     "We will stop dreaming, we will stop racing towards a warm place
     We will surely overcome the cruel dawn
     We'll abandon the quietness
     We'll surely find the true words, meant to be spoken" ~ Tyler Joseph
     *Key to this chapter and continuing chapters*
     Bold and Italic ~ Flashback
     Italic ~ Tyler's conscience/inner voice
     Italic and Underlined ~ unnamed/undisclosed inner voice
Chapter Notes
     Hey frens! it's been a week since my last update and so...here is a
     new chapter!
     So a little info about the summaries. Most of the time i'm probably
     not going to summarize because i am horrible at summarizing things so
     i will post a line or two that has to do with the title or the ending
     of fic, completely. Which brings me to this, anything that is written
     that then has "~ Tyler Joseph" is actually part of a bigger message
     that will eventually show up in it's entirety, towards the end of
     this fic (where ever the end may be). So basically i'm giving you
     bits a pieces of the ending (I have what he writes/says, written
     down, so don't worry about me forgetting hehe) and as of right now,
     that piece will ended up being seen or happening somewhere in Tyler's
     room (this can change later on). So if you want you can try to piece
     the messages together but, they aren't actually in order and
     sometimes the lines will be repeated (sorry frens, i can't make it
     too easy on you guys!) I hope you guys enjoy! I probably will update
     next Saturday or Sunday, and i will see from there!
     Thank you frens! I hope you all enjoy and you all stay safe and take
     care!
Tyler’s POV

“Mama, what is the world like?” I asked as I hugged her in bed. I must have
been 9 years old or so.
“Well Tyler, the world is big. It’s beautiful, it’s exciting…though at times it
might be scary, the world is full of a lot of amazing things and you will
eventually learn of all of the beautiful things that exist out there”
“Like Love?”
she giggled a bit and nodded saying “Yes, like love…love is very beautiful,
very exciting, but very scary…but love is the most healing of emotions. It will
make you forgot of all the bad that comes with it and all the horrific things
in the world. Love conquers all but…sometimes it starts fires inside of us and
starts internal battles and wars. Love is a mixture of all the good and bad in
the world, but it’s…still very beautiful and worthwhile”
“I want to be in love one day, mom”
“One day you will Tyler, One day you will”
Not like this...not like this…I don’t want to be in love like this…
“TyTy, Wake up” JoJo said playing in my hair, it’s been 1,850 days and JoJo is
as sweet as ever. I creeped my eyes open and I smiled slightly as I saw his
eyes looking at his hand which was still playing in my hair. “Am I chained?” I
asked in my croaky morning voice.
“No, I didn’t think you wanted to be chained…do you want to be chained?”  He
moved his glance towards my eyes. I shook my head no as I rolled on top of him.
It’s actually really rare that he lays in my bed with me and even rarer that he
does so when I’m not chained up. My bed isn’t the most sanitary of places, but
JoJo does clean it once a month but certain stains will never come out. Most of
the stains are blood, some of them deeply embedded tears. JoJo changes my
sheets and blankets twice a month, and my pillow cases once every three or four
days. He mostly changes the pillow cases while I slept, since I sink into the
fetal position every night to sleep, usually. Never the less, JoJo shouldn’t be
on my bed, the blood stains gross me out, so can you imagine how grossed out he
is about my bed?
“TyTy, Are you feeling better?” he asked rubbing the sides of my torso.
“Yes…” I responded without thought but really didn’t mean my response. I was
really sore from Joshua attacking me and every time I used the bathroom I still
bled a little bit. Joshua hurt me really badly but JoJo is here now, so I am
okay, I am safe.
“TyTy, are you lying to me?” he asked with a mischievous yet friendly smirk as
he played in my hair.
“It still hurts, a little…..a lot” I responded, laying on his chest and just
hearing his heartbeat. It was a loud thump but underneath the loud thumps, were
small subtle pats, that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“TyTy, do you want me to do anything for you? Anything you want, I will do” he
spoke effortlessly before he gave me a sweetly simple kiss on my forehead.
“Uh…I don’t know”
“Aww TyTy, you know I will do anything to protect you and I will always love
you. Just say what you want and I will do it for you”
“Well, can you…baby me?” I asked with an immense amount of trepidation in my
voice, I know it sounds stupid but JoJo is the best at babying me and taking
care of me. He makes me feel loved, he makes me feel safe.
“Of course I can do that, I do that every day!” he chuckled. “But since you
asked me, I will do it a lot more today and the next few days, just because you
are my TyTyBaby”
I smiled gently to myself and hugged him tightly. He returned the hug and I
felt protected, I felt loved, I felt secure, I felt…invincible.
 
“Mama! Look at me! Nothing can touch me! I’m soaring through the sky!” I was
running through my backyard with a towel around my neck and tin foil on my
head. I was a super hero, I was flying, I was untouchable, I was the protector
of my own little universe.
“Tyler! Come into the house! The world is already safe! Now it’s time to wash
up and eat dinner!” my mother laughed with such glee. At 9 years old, I was on
top of the world. I was jetting through any obstacles in my way, and did it
with such vigor, I would like to think it left everyone in awe. My world was
happy, it was perfect, idealistic I would even go as far to see. In my universe
and in my world, I felt…invincible.
 
No, that’s not the life you wanted, that’s not the life you wanted…JoJo, JoJo,
JoJo…Joshua?
 
 “TyTyBaby, do you want anything from the store? You can get anything you want”
JoJo smiled as he picked up his car keys. We were in the living room, and this
was actually one of the few afternoons I was allowed to walk around the living
room. JoJo was very careful with me, he said that people could see shadows from
the covered windows moving, and that’s why he almost never wanted to me to walk
around in the morning or the afternoon.
“I want…”
“Say_a_rosary” a dull whisper came into my ear, leaving to look around me. JoJo
and Joshua and I are the only ones who live here.
“TyTy, what do you want from the store?” JoJo asked again, seemingly a little
worried that I didn’t respond as quickly as I should of.
“…A rosary” I said kind of weirded out, maybe I had a mental thought out loud
in my mind.
“Oh! I was thinking more along the lines of food, but I can get you one,
anything else?”
“Pencil sharpeners, my pencils are getting dull again and I only have pens…” I
responded, still trying to figure out what the whisper was.
“Okay sure, TyTy…but food wise, what do you want?” JoJo giggled
“Oh uh…a deluxe cheeseburger and fries from Friendly’s and a vanilla milkshake
with candy in it…any candy, surprise me…” I said not too sure if that was too
much to ask for.
JoJo chuckled and said “That’s fine, I’ll bring you all that…it might take me a
while, but I’ll come back. TyTy, can you stay in your room though? I kind of
want to bring you something else, but it’s a surprise”
I nodded and said “Sure, of course I can…I’ll go now” I began to make my way
towards my room but JoJo light grasped my right hand and turned me around.
“I love you, TyTy…always remember that” JoJo said before giving me a soft peck
on the lips “I’ll be back soon” he said as he looked me in my eyes and gave of
a slightly joyful smile.
I smiled shyly as my cheeks became scarlet “I love you too…”
He grinned gently “Okay TyTy, now go to your room, I don’t want you to spoil
your surprise” he let me go and I walked with a little more joy in my step, I
guess you can say. I honestly hope that my Surprise doesn’t come back with
Joshua….
Joshua is hurting me, Joshua is killing me
“God…God…Where are you?”
“Tyler, God is everywhere” My mom said
“But God loves everyone, right Mama?”
“Yes, God loves everyone Tyler, why do you ask?”
“Mama, if God loves everyone then why does God punish people?”
“Tyler, God doesn’t punish people…”
“Mama, God punishes everyone”
“How so, Tyler?”
“God punishes bad people and good people, all the time. People that survived
bad storms lose everything and people who kill other people, get killed of die
too, eventually”
“Tyler, God doesn’t punish people…God tests their faith in him. If the people
of the storm can lose everything but still come back strong, that was a test
the God gave them and they passed it”
“And what about the people who kill other people? They are bad, but why don’t
they die as the person they are killing, dies?”
“Well Tyler….”

Mom? MOM!

I sat in my room and looked around. I couldn’t speak when JoJo wasn’t around.
JoJo always knew, so I tried my best to always listen and follow what he said.
My room wasn’t the most well-lit of places, it had a soft yellow light bulb
hanging in the center of the ceiling but it illuminated my room to the point
that I could see things well. Joshua kept me in this room with no lighting at
for the first 14 days, I really don’t remember much from the first 14 days,
other than it was really dark, and very painful. A lot of ripping, a lot of
breaking, a lot of my soul…being taken from me, ravished and tossed to the
side. My soul was pretty much the only thing that never seemed to be shook when
bad things happened. When everything was going bad, I had to look deep inside
of myself to figure out how my soul felt about all the bad things happening in
front of me and around me…my soul never wavered and it never felt touched. My
soul was in my point of view, ethereal and omnipotent but…Joshua did something
to my soul that pained me very much. I wish I could say what it was, but my
soul ever since day 1, was shattered, it was tainted it was…starting to empty…
Other than that, it was a pretty regular room. I cleaned up after myself by
picking up clothes I might have left hanging around on the floor, but JoJo
honestly did all the cleaning. He took care of me and he loved me. He made sure
I was fed every day, he made sure I bathed every day, he made sure the wounds
left by Joshua were tended to and were healing properly, every day. JoJo showed
me and told me he loved me, every day he was around. JoJo is honestly the
sweetest human being, the sweetest soul that I have ever come in contact with,
in my entire existence…
I really don’t have much in my room as decoration either, just little doodles
that I made that I was sometimes proud of, which I would tape up to the walls.
I would keep the ukulele in the corner but I wasn’t allowed to keep it in my
room because JoJo was afraid I would play it without him being here. I can
never play it when he isn’t here…that’s just one of his rules. One of my most
prized possessions here was my notebook, it was a black 5 subject notebook. I’m
not sure why JoJo would leave a five subject notebook in here, but since it was
in my room, I started making the tally marks and he keep supplying me with pens
and pencils. He didn’t really see any harm in my doodles and tallies so I guess
he let me keep doing them in this notebook…
 
“Tyler, where is your notebook? You can’t leave without your notebook” my mom
said.
“I’m not sure, I’ll get it when I come back”
“Tyler, I really think you should take your notebook. Don’t you think you will
get bored without it?”
“No, I don’ think I will…but if I do I’ll just buy another one, and bring it
back”
“Tyler, your room is getting filled with them. Why don’t you take the notebook
you are trying to finish?”
“I can’t find it, I’ll find it when I come back”
“Okay Tyler, just remember that…”
Mom! Remember what? What do you want me to remember?!
 
I flipped through the pages of my notebook and saw all the tally marks I made,
I made a system to count them. I pretty much made 10 sets of 5 tally marks for
each line, but the line underneath I would skip to make the pages look neater,
and I never tallied on the back of the page, always the front of the pages. I
would skip the top margin and the line under that is where my tallies would
start, and it was 16 lines I would tally in on the page. I only had 2 pages and
a third filled in, but that’s a lot of tallies, if you really think about it…
One of the full pages, I would always stare at, some of it was a lot neater
than the others, but that’s okay…right? There was always one section I would
stare at…there wasn’t anything actually wrong with it, but occasionally a
scribbled out tally would appear and so did the words “Why Tyler?” with a
question mark and an arrow pointing at the scribbled out tally…then just under
the scribble was “I fixed it, Mama”…the scribbled out tally…isn’t actually
there, and the words aren’t there…right?
“TyTyBaby, I’m home, I got you your things, and your surprise” JoJo said as he
closed the door, I’m not sure how long I have been looking at my tally marks,
but I suppose it has been long enough. I closed my notebook and peeked my head
from out of my room. he smiled at me and waved a bag of food and motioned me to
come out. I quickly walked my way towards him and sat carefully on the floor.
JoJo hated either of us to eat on his sofa.
“You want to watch television, TyTy?” JoJo asked.
“No…just eat and talk to you and look at you…if that’s okay…” I said a bit
embarrassed.
he smiled softly and said “Sure, but first…your surprise…” he said heading back
to the kitchen. JoJo left the food in the bag for me, right next to me. I’m not
going to touch it…he should open the bag and give me the food…right?
JoJo came out with something in hands and then showed it to me.
“Surprise…” JoJo said a little nervously, I could detect his nerves, which he
only let out when he was trying to do something sweeter for me, than usual. I
looked at what was in his hands and it was little kitten. My heart
automatically melted and I leaped up from the floor.
“It is a boy? Is it a girl?”
“he is a boy, what do you want to name him?”
“Uh…Jordie?”
“That’s a…really cute name, TyTy. I love it. His nickname will DeeDee”
I blushed as he gave me her to hold.
“You are so cute DeeDee, why are you so cute? I love you DeeDee, I want to hug
you and squeeze you and love you forever” I gushed over him.
“TyTy, aren’t you going to eat?”
“Oh…I will, but can I play with him for a little while? …please?”
JoJo smiled a bit and said “Of course you can, just keep it down, okay?”
“Okay, I love you so much…” I said to both DeeDee and JoJo
Don’t get attached…love is always ripped away by the seams….
 
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***** Is this the End? Is this the Beginning? Is this the end of the Beginning?
*****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 1 *
Chapter Notes
     So...after some consideration, i thought a bit on why i don't add
     Extras? Extra's will be background, often times. They are little bits
     and pieces that wouldn't usually come out in the regular story and
     gives you a bit of insight as to what is going on.
     As stated before, this fic will be primarily told in Tyler's point of
     view though Josh's point of view will pop up occasionally, but not
     nearly as much as Tyler's. Extras, will be told mostly in a 3rd
     person point of view, because who doesn't like being the outsider,
     looking in?
     I'm sure that's just me, but oh well
     I hope you all are having an amazing day/afternoon/evening! Also if i
     figure out how to do this...on the top or the side, a playlist will
     pop up, and for this particular extra you will click on "Two (Sleep)"
     for the music that i listened to, while making this short extra!
     Take care and Stay safe, Frens!

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     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: I really should be going to sleep…it’s Two in the morning, ya
know?

     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: I know you do…sorry about today, it’s just I’m kind of
nervous to really approach you, you look really nice Ty…I’m just not sure if
you would like me after I approach you…

     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: JoJo, I have seen you around Columbus before and I was scared
to approach you as well, we have even made eye contact before…I know what you
mean. I just think it would have been weird for you for me to approach you…you
are a bit older than me, ya know? You are in your 20’s and I’m still a stupid
high schooler…

     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: Ty, you aren’t a stupid high schooler…you are really smart
for your age and you are very sweet…I’m scared to really approach you…and like
you said, we make eye contact in public and I smile and you smile and it feels
like…I’m not sure how to explain it…but things feel right…a little better than
usual, I guess you can say

     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: Thank you JoJo, you really know your way into my heart…I can
never really stay upset at you for a long time. One of us has got to stop
feeling shy one day, you know? I love how gentle you are with me, all the
time…you are the older one, why don’t you make the first move?

     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: Just because I was born first, don’t make me less shy…but I
guess I could try and do that…Uh, what about you come to market street, and we
have a date at the gallery? And I will finally come up to you and not be so
shy?
     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: The gallery? I’m okay with that! What day? Can it be after the
last day of school? I want to talk to the few friends I have before hanging out
with you, then going home to get ready for my friend’s Brandon’s party…is that
okay?

     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: yeah that’s fine…what day is the last day of school?

     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: Your special day…Your birthday hehe
     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: Oh! That’s great actually! Uh…so on my birthday?

     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: Yes! That would be great! So uh…see you then, JoJo?

     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: Yes Ty, see you then. I love you

     On_The_RobandTy is typing…
On_The_RobandTy: I love you too, JoJo

     On_The_WillandJo is typing…
On_The_WillandJo: Okay bye, I’ll see you soon < 3


On_The_WillandJo has disconnected from the chat



Less than 3 Tyler, that’s an interesting expression…you should have know
better…you do know better, actually…



Don’t get attached…love is always ripped away by the seams…



SLEEP!
***** Birth by Sleep *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 2*
Chapter Notes
     Hey frens! I'm so sorry i didn't put up the extra, yesterday like I
     said i would. I got unexpectedly busy yesterday and I might be busy
     again today so ahh! but Here is an extra and it is told by another
     unnamed character. Be mindful that extras are just background and
     additions to the main fic to give insight to what is going on in the
     main fic. So any character that is speaking in extras aren't adding
     to the fic, they are just adding to your knowledge about what is
     transpiring in the fic :) So enjoy this Extra and I will be on my way
     with a real fic chapter and get it up as soon as I can <3
     I hope you all are having an amazing day/afternoon/night, frens! Stay
     safe and take care!
The Gallery ain’t much but a run down shopping mall district. It’s kind of
going to hell anyways, but in my 46 years of coming here and 30 years of
working here, every day to see what people like and don’t like, to help run my
shop better…I have run into a few familiar faces. One of the most treasured
faces in my eyes was little Tyler’s. Mrs. Joseph would always come on Saturdays
to pick out clothing for her sons and daughter, buy them little toys and food
and anything they really wanted. I also believe it was to spend quality time
with her kids. The oldest one Tyler, was a cutie pie. He was very sweet as
well, especially with his siblings and younger children. He is the most loving
and respectful teenage boy I have ever had interactions with. Always said
please and thank you, always said yes ma’am and no ma’am. I watched that boy
grow up from the tiniest baby to the young man that he is now…he is still in
high school I assume, but in a few years I think he will make a fine husband to
some young girl out there. Though…he could like boys as well, I mean…nothing
wrong with that…but I would like to see mini Tyler’s running around in the
world, one day. I must admit, the past few months he has been coming here with
his family, he has been acting a bit…different, almost as if he was searching
for someone in the distance. Maybe that could just be me, I’m 66 and losing a
bit of my sight, already. Tyler was still the same…but…ah I can’t put my eyes
and fingers on it, I would go as far to say as a chunk of something was missing
and he was just trying to find it. Maybe he got a significant other and was
hoping to run into them here? I’m not sure? Oh well, I should go back to
cleaning the bins in my shop. This dollar store isn’t much and sure the
products are crappy, but people still buy from here, not sure why…but they just
do.
“Notebooks, I need to get notebooks…Tyler Joseph pretty much has bought all my
notebooks…God, that kid will turn into a fantastic poet or book writer one
day…” I smiled a bit as I shifted through about the 20 notebooks I had left, in
the notebook bin. As I glanced up, I saw Tyler and smiled to myself and waved
him towards me, he grinned his big grin and waved back and began walking
towards me. It’s a little strange he is here without his mom and siblings, also
very strange he is here on a weekday, but I accept it…he looked happy so
nothing could be wrong. He looked slightly to his right and his grin simmered
down a bit, but was still there. A person in a gray pullover hoodie and black
pants and sneakers walked into him and they and Tyler walked away together.
Tyler just went with this person, just walked with them. Maybe they knew each
other? Friends, maybe….?
***** Silent In The Trees *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter is definitely more graphic than the ones i have put up
     so far, so trigger warnings intensified
     "...The voices disappeared, the faces disappeared..." ~ Joshua Dun
Chapter Notes
     Surprise frens! I made a new chapter and as you guys can see...it's
     from Josh's Point of View!
     Just like the whole " ~ Tyler Joseph" thing, Josh has one too! I'm
     letting you guys know a bit of the ending, and you guys can try and
     piece Josh's message together too!
     Anyways, this chapter IS more graphic than the previous chapters, so
     please be aware of that
     I hope you all are having an amazing morning/afternoon/night!
     Take care and stay safe frens!
     The key for this Josh chapter is:
     Italic ~ Josh's inner thoughts/voice
     Bold and Italic ~ Memory/Flashback
     Bold, Italic, Underlined ~ undisclosed/unknown inner voice
     Bold ~ Voices
     Italic and Underlined ~ Josh's words (ode to chapter title)
     Bold and Underlined ~ Tyler Joseph's words
Josh’s POV

What’s wrong with me? What am I doing? Why am I doing this?
You guys might see me as some type of monster, but I am not one…I seriously am
not…I can’t explain this situation, I can’t explain my relationship with Ty
either. I don’t call him by his name, it…it’s not fitting for him. I like
Ty…it’s short and adorable…adorable like he is.
I never anticipated on keep Ty this long…
I wish I could explain myself, but I can’t. There isn’t much of an explanation
that I can give for what I do to him…but I can try…
Ty wasn’t the first boy I did this to…there were others… I wasn’t much of a
social kid growing up, I was the oldest sibling and a lot of responsibilities
fell onto me. I had to be a protector, I had to be the disciplinarian, I had to
be the nurturer, I had to do everything that a parent should have done. I was
about 8 or 9, being a parent to kids 6 years old and younger…I had to grow up
pretty fast, so I didn’t have fun. My parents worked all the time, thus why I
was the next best thing. They worked to make ends meet where we lived and to
buy us things…the only times I would have fun was in the summer. My parents had
more lenient hours then and I was allowed to go out, but since I wasn’t very
social because I was an “adult” by the age of 9, I didn’t really have friends.
I took care of kids during the summer, I rode my bike and watched little kids.
I was 10 years old and I took care of small children. They were newborns to
maybe 5 years old. Little babies, and surprisingly mostly they were boys. I
taught a lot of them how to ride a bike, I potty trained a few of them and…I’m
not sure…I was a parent, like I always was…
Anyways when I say there were others…they were…
when I was 13, a new boy came to our block…his parents never really watched
over him, from what I could tell. He was 6 years old and his…his name…was
Tyler. Tyler was always alone, he looked sad, defeated, lost…
By that time I didn’t really look after babies anymore and just smaller
children, and they rode bikes…so I rode by his house with the other kids I took
care of and asked him if he wanted to ride his bike with us, to which he smiled
a huge grin and jumped on his bike with such effervescence and…he seemed to be
genuinely happy, for the first time…ever, I think…
we all rode our bikes together and we hung out, I took care of them and kept
them out of trouble. Eventually Tyler would ride his bike alone during the
night to find me where I usually hung out, at night. Every night when my
siblings were sleeping and my parents would get home from work to sleep, I
would go hang out by myself, in a park that was more like a hiking trail, very
wooded and quiet…
Tyler would find me and at first it scared me because he was supposed to be
home, sleeping…but he would find me to hug me, tell me he loved me, and he
would cuddle himself under my arms, then fall asleep…Night after night, it was
the same thing…so I would stay there and let him sleep, eventually I would fall
asleep with him in my arms, but I would wake him up and to tell him to go home
to pretend he was sleeping at home and I did the same.
This is where things get sorted, those nights in the park turned into me
kissing him, at first it was innocent, kind of fatherly kisses to his forehead
and then it escaladed…

one night I lost a bit of control, he was being loud, he said I was hurting
him, that he was bleeding, he started screaming…I just wanted him to be quiet…I
just wanted him to be….quiet…

Tyler…uh…he stopped screaming…
…he stopped moving…
I got scared, I left…

His parents didn’t even notice he was gone…I had to tell my parents that I
hadn’t seen Tyler in a few days…they called the police and they searched for
him.
The search ended pretty quickly, they found him…the news stories hurt me, they
made me sound like a horrible person…
 
“The search for six-year-old Tyler Black has ended in tragedy. Tyler was found
in the eastern section of Fairmount park, he was repeatedly beaten and sexually
assaulted, the cause of death is yet to be determined”
“Tyler Black’s family is now seeking justice for their son who was repeatedly
beaten and sexually assaulted, and who’s cause of death was intracranial
bleeding from blows to the head”
“Tyler Black’s family are still seeking justice against the person who raped
and murdered their son”
 
You guys get the picture, right? Every time one of those news stories would
come up, I would start crying and my parents and siblings would come around me
to hug me and tell me that it’s okay, whoever did this to Tyler would be
caught. They knew I adored Tyler, I adored him just as much as I adored my
siblings, maybe even a little more? Maybe almost like a son? The whole
community except the kids, had no idea that Tyler existed. My parents only knew
because I looked after him, so guess who the police questioned first…
I got away because my alibi was pretty air tight, I was supposed to be at home
and by the time I left and came back…people would be sleeping so it was almost
as if I never left home.
At Tyler’s funeral, his parents were crying, though I didn’t understand why
because they didn’t even notice he was gone, my parents had to call the police
for them to notice. Tyler’s father said a few words and then he thanked me for
being more of a parent than he or his wife ever were to their son.

“Joshua, would you like to come up and say a few words about Tyler?” His father
ask me with tears in his eyes, practically begging me. I wasn’t really ready,
but I did…
I got up there and said what I could…

“I didn’t really know Tyler all that well, well better said…I didn’t know him
for too long. I just took care of him as I did with a few other neighborhood
children…it’s in my nature to be fatherly. I always looked forward to seeing
him ride his bike next to me, every day. I looked forward to him telling me
about his day and how he was feeling and such…it hurts me a lot that this is
the last time I see him…and it’s in this way…I would have much rather him to be
on his bike, laughing and talking about colors and numbers and other things,
right now. But you know what’s interesting? I wouldn’t want to remember him
like he is right now, I would much rather remember him for who…he was. Loving,
courageous, carefree and happy-go-lucky…I would like to think he left a piece
of himself behind to all the of people blessed enough to be graced with his
presence…I think…for me…his heart...will beat inside me, he’ll be with me,
forever…” I glanced down at his open casket and all I saw in my head were
altering flashes of him screaming in pain and him laughing with me as we rode
our bikes, together. It would lie if I said I wasn’t horrified at my actions
and I don’t still see Tyler’s screaming face of agony, to this day…

After Tyler’s Funeral, his parents gave me a few of his belongings. They said
it was more fitting for me to have them, since I was basically his parent. It
was a box of toys and things, a few small stuffed animals he owned, a little
kitten plush that I got for him once because he was upset he couldn’t have a
cat…then all the way at the bottom were little notepads, and a notebook. I
didn’t look in them immediately, I waited a few weeks after Tyler was buried
before looking at the notepads and the notebook. When I finally looked in the
note pads, all I saw were tally marks and in the notebooks, all I saw were
doodles and drawings. The doodles and drawings all had on reoccurring theme…

“This is my dad, Josh”
“This is my dad and my bes fren, Josh”
“This is Josh”
“Josh and I are frens”
“Josh lovs me and I lov him!”
“I wood nevr hurt Josh”
“Josh wood nevr hurt me”
“Josh maks me lauf”
“Josh maks me smil”
“Josh and I rid biks”
“Josh liks trees”
“Josh liks me”
“Josh hugs me”
“Josh maks me fel saf”
“Josh makes me hapy”
Every single page of the notebook was him talking about me, and all the
drawings were about me and him or just me. I could never fathom at the time
that he cared about me that much, that I was seemingly his world…The very last
page of the notebook was empty…it was empty…
So I spent this whole time talking about Tyler, but like I said…there were
others…

I lost track of all the names that had similar fates, like Tyler’s. Ten years
of my life I spent trying to have another “Tyler”, someone who cared about me
and that made me their world…

So_many_boys…so_many…

So many screams, and faces of pain, and of happiness and laughs…just
alternating between each other…but the last screaming face I see, is
Tyler’s…his was so small and so scared, and defenseless and…he trusted
me…he…loved me…
The kids I used to look after slowly started disappearing, some because their
parents became scared that their child would be targeted by the unknown person
who killed Tyler, so they just kept them home, some because they moved away,
and some…were found in Fairmont park…

I would never lure them there, ever…they just…showed up…

Eventually my parents thought it would be best for me to stop riding my bike
around the neighborhood. I was 17 when they came to that conclusion, and so I
followed what they told me, I knew that eventually I would be found out, if I
continued…

…but I kept going…

I just moved around now, different cities in Ohio now started having children
go missing and they were being found dead in different places…I swear I didn’t
want to hurt them, I just wanted them to love me and for them to be quiet…
My siblings were pretty much on their own, they either spent time at friend’s
houses or were at camps, so I was alone, all the time…
I took odd jobs all around Ohio to cover up why I was always in different
cities and towns, I didn’t go to college, I just worked. Usually labor type
jobs, I had to lift things and repair things and such.
All of Ohio pretty much was on code red Amber alerts since I was 18 years old,
all children were considered endangered and they should always travel in groups
and not talk to strangers. It didn’t really bother me since I really did want
to stop doing this, but then I realized my lack of friend’s problem could be
fixed with, social media…but then that opened up new ways of doing, what I was
trying my hardest to stop doing…
Now, I did have friends my own age but then somehow the younger ones would end
up talking to me and…the cycle continued…
STOP! YOU ARE HURTING ME! NOO! STOP IT! PLEASE! STOP IT! I’M BLEEDING! IT
HURTS! IT REALLY HURTS!
Every year I got older, so did the little ones. When I was 20, the little ones
were 13, when I was 22, they were 15…
But then Ty came along, and I…I didn’t know what to do…his face, his words, his
mannerisms, his body type…his name…
This is my fren, Josh
Josh maks me fel saf
Ty is so small and…I can’t…he…
Josh lovs me and I lov him!
I wish I could…
Tyler, you have to be quiet or the_trees_won’t_speak_to_us
Tyler…I just wanted you to be quiet…
Ty, I love you and I will protect you as much as I can…
“No!_Please_stop!_It_hurts!_Oh_my_god,_please_stop!_It_hurts_so_much…”

Ty, please…forgive me, I don’t want to hurt you…you just have to listen to
me…just listen to me…please…
***** There's nothing here but what here's mine... *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 3*
Chapter Notes
     Hey Frens! I have an Extra for you guys! (and two other ones, the 2nd
     one I will put up Wednesday, and the 3rd on Friday)
     Then you guys get a new Chapter Saturday or Sunday! Woo!
     Anyways, if you guys ever wonder where the titles of the Extras come
     from, They are probably odes to things i have written before, video
     game odes, or lyrics to a song i'm listening at the moment i am
     putting this up. However i try to get them to make sense for the
     content of the Extra
     I hope you all are having a fantastic Morning/Afternoon/Night!
     Take Care and Stay Safe, Frens <3
     (Also the Extras are told in chronological order and pick up right
     after each other)
“Ohio is once again the epicenter of an Amber Alert for the abduction of 16-
year-old Tyler Joseph. All of the United States is now on alert. Ohio has been
at the center of child abductions, rapes, and murders, for a decade. The first
of known attacks was of a 6-year-old child named Tyler Black. Tyler Black was
repeatedly sexually assaulted and beaten, he died from intracranial bleeding
caused by blows to the head. Eye witness accounts of Tyler Joseph indicate that
Tyler was walking around the strip mall known to residents as “The Gallery”
between 10am and 1pm. No eye witness accounts describe Tyler as looking fearful
or endangered. Ohio state police haven’t ruled out the possibility of Tyler
being a runaway, but in light of the child abductions and murders spanning ten
years, the Amber alert has been issued as a precaution. We'll have more on this
story at a later date. Live at Eastern Columbus Gallery, I am Elizabeth
Armstrong, for Channel 10 Daily News”
***** Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 4*
Chapter Notes
     Woop Woop Frens! I have the extra I promised you guys <3
     The title is pretty much lyrics to a song i'm listening to right now,
     it doesn't really have anything to with the extra honestly hehe (The
     song is Lullaby by The Cure, and heads up...Friday's Extra will be
     called Lullaby because of this song but also because it has to deal
     with the content of the extra)
     Anyways Frens! I'm not going to lie, I am feeling a bit antsy to put
     up Friday's extra because I get to put up a picture with it, which is
     always fun...SO! I /might/ put it up later, or tomorrow...but if not
     definitely Friday <3
     I hope you all are having an amazing morning/afternoon/night, where
     ever you may be in this horrifyingly ugly yet amazingly beautiful
     world we live in! <3
“…I can’t crack this…”
“What do you mean you can’t crack this? Aren’t you a hacker or something? It’s
impossible that my 16-year-old son blocked his computer so well that 28 year
old man can’t crack it!”
“Listen! Your son is really good with computers, when I couldn’t crack
something, I would hand it off to him and he would have it cracked in less than
an hour…Tyler is really good with them, he…I’m not sure what he did but this
could take me a while…”
“How long is a while?! Hours?!”
“…try days, maybe weeks?”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“No, I’m not…I’m sorry…Tyler knows his stuff, and I doubt he would make this
something easy…”
“My son is 16 years old! He isn’t a professional!”
“…Trust me, a year and a half more…and the FBI would be knocking on your door
to have him and his skills…”
“I’m at a loss of what to do, I have not a clue what else could give us
answers”
“Did he have something he would always carry around? Like an electronic or
something?”
“No…but he had notebooks…let me go find them!”
***** Lullaby *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 5*
Chapter Notes
     HEY FRENS!!! okay, i'm an antsy piece of crap so you guys get the
     Friday extra, Today <3
     Just so you know the MCR part was already in here before today's
     events so shit, look at me seeing into the future! hehe
     and this Extra has a Key! and a Picture! AHHH! hehe I hope you guys
     enjoy and are having a great day/afternoon/night Frens! <3 A Chapter
     update will be Saturday or Sunday <3
     Stay Strong and Take Care <3
     Key:
     Italic ~ What Tyler wrote on the computer
     Italic and Bold ~ Tyler's voice (Programmed into the computer)
“Have you cracked his computer yet?”
“Not yet, did you check his notebooks?”
“Yes, and it’s…confusing to say the least, one of the notebooks at least, the
other ones are like school work and such…”
“Are there a lot of 0’s and 1’s in the confusing one?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Binary code, let me see it…”
“Here…”
“…I think I got it…”

Welcome to the Game of chance and fortune, make a mistake and the system will
fail
"…Tyler what the hell were you doing?”

“What is happening?”

“Your son put a game for the people who try to hack his laptop, if we mess up
the whole memory will be erased and the laptop will crash…well, will crash to
us, only the person who knows the true password AKA Tyler can get it restored
and get it running again…but that’s a onetime thing. I fail the game, there is
only one more chance to get the password before this laptop…becomes nothing
more than an object taking up space…”

“Oh lord Tyler…okay, what is the game?”

“I’m not sure…I have to play it…”


I don't wanna be _____
I want to be ________ to


"Tyler wants us to play…hangman? …You have an idea of what the words are? It’s
not regular hang man, you have to guess the whole word and it looks like we
only have 4 tries before it moves on to the next question…”

“I honestly don’t have a clue…”

“I can press skip but, I’m not sure what that’s going to do to the computer…”

“Tyler, what are you hiding? What’s going on?”

“I’m pressing skip…”

Fair enough, what about…
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has ____ ____
"Tyler, what is this? I don’t know what this is…”
“Oh lord Tyler, my little boy…why?”
“Mrs. Joseph, was there anything he would say all the time? Like a phrase or a
word? Anything I could guess? The skip button is still there…but we only have
three tries this time”
“No…I just know that within the past year he got really interested in Trees and
Parks and stuff…Forests too…”
“Damn, that leads us nowhere…ah this is going to kill us but, I have to skip
this…”
“Tyler, make this easy on us…”
Why are you on my computer? Do you enjoy losing? Anyways, here…
I don't understand why everything I _____
Takes a different ____ when I squint my eyes
"What the hell is this Tyler? Well…two tries…”
“Adore and Form…Trust me on this…”
“Okay….”
Wow! You finally tried! And got it correct, let’s keep the game going! How
about…
 And your _________ make it look a little not right…
"Uh? Eyes?”
“Eyelashes”
“Okay…”
Correct again, let’s try one more time, you get this, you win the game! Let’s
see…
Down in the ______
We'll sing a ______
Hands held ______,
We'll be on ____
Singing songs that ______ wrote
"Tyler what the actual hell, the other ones were one or two lines…this is
excessive…why is he doing this? And we only have one guess…so we need to get
all of these right…”
“Tyler…okay I know this…he…he made a poem that went like this…he only said it
to me once…what was this part…I know…I think I know it…”
“Well I hope so Mrs. Joseph…messing up can be dire…”
“Okay it’s… Forest, Chorus, Tighter, Fire, Somebody…wait…I’m…I’m…I’m not
sure…hold on…Tyler…okay go with it, that’s all I can think of…”
“Okay, let’s see”
Close, but no cigar…It’s Forest, Chorus, Higher, Fire, Nobody…You have one more
try…before this laptop becomes a mass sitting in front of you, an empty shell…”
“Tyler! My little boy! I’m sorry!”
“Calm Down, Mrs. Joseph…we have one more try…”
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And _____.
Just _____
The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen
"What? What is this?!”
“God…help us…please…”
…Do you give up?
Yes or No?
"Tyler you fucking cunt…I have to click yes, there is a timer that only gives
us another 40 seconds on this…we don’t know it…”
“My little boy…I’m sorry…”
“Yes, we give up Tyler….”
…And I can't... I can't ever wake up…
“Tyler…”

_ _ _ _, Less than Three…
"What the actual fuck Tyler, four letters are less than three?”
“Guess something, please!”
“H E L L”
Sleep…
“TYLER!”
“…This computer is dead…all of its info is erased and I’m almost positive he
had it transferred over to another computer…but nothing more we can do here…I’m
sorry Mrs. Joseph…”
“…I will wake you up Tyler…I’m going to try…”
 [Less Than Three photo JoJo Less Than Three_zpsyy2rf5a6.jpg]
***** Seen a vision of perfect grace - airbrushed and lifeless *****
Chapter Summary
     swapping your love for hate
     "Somewhere lurking, in our wordless nights, the truest pain that
     binds us together
     When we met each other, it begun our loneliness..." ~ Tyler Joseph
Chapter Notes
     Hey Frens!!! I know this chapter is a few hours late! I experienced
     some technical difficulties on only my laptop, thanks to Xfinity dude
     messing with the wires outside my house -.-' anyways! Good Vibes
     Frens!
     Enjoy this Chapter <3
     I hope you all are having an amazing time in which ever part of the
     world you are in and that you are all trying to stay safe and take
     care <3
     and as always, the key
     Bold and Italic ~ Memory/Flashback
     Italic ~ Tyler's Inner voice/Conscience/Thoughts
     Italic and Underlined ~ Unnamed/Undisclosed Voice
     Bold, Italic, Underline ~ Josh's words told in memories/flashbacks
Tyler POV
“Tyler, what are you looking at?”
“Uh, Parks and Forests and…stuff like that”
“Oh! Any parks around here? I would love to go to one with my oldest son,
eventually”
“Uh…yeah I guess, Fairmount Park…I really like that park…I don’t think I’ve
ever been there, I think I would like that park…”
“And why is that Tyler?”
“I’m not sure…it might be the trees and how still and quiet it seems…I have a
feeling it would bring me closer to God…”
“That park sound familiar to me…Tyler where is…”
Mom! It’s right here! Please listen!

You know better than that, actually
The_trees_will_speak_to_you…you_just_have_to_listen…
“Tyler, my little nature boy. You are such an amazing gift to this world, my
proper little young man…I love you, Son”
Don’t get attached…love is always ripped away by the seams…
“…you_will_always_be_mine_and_I_will_love_and_protect_you_for_as_long_as_I_can.
No_one_else_in_the_world_will_ever_hurt_you,_because_I_am_here_for_you”
“You_mean_nothing_in_this_world_and_I_am_the_only_thing_in_this_world_that
cares_about_you_and_keeps_you_safe”
You never really knew the difference between a killer and a savior…
 
“Ty, could you play on the ukulele for me and sing?” JoJo asked me shyly as he
peeked his head into my room. I had just finished taking a shower and I was
sitting on my bed, which JoJo changed the bedding for. DeeDee was nestled in
between my legs which I had crossed kind of like a pretzel. DeeDee was the
cutest and he was sweetest, of course he was a kitten and playfully nibbled on
my fingers but his personality reminded me more of a dog, where ever I walked
inside of my room, he followed. He also would jump to hang off of my torso
chain for a second or two before falling down. He and JoJo are the only things
I need to keep myself happy. DeeDee was kind of like me and JoJo’s little furry
son. He was really small; I even believe him to be a munchkin cat. He was the
smallest brown and gray fluff ball I had ever seen, and his meow was the
tiniest, I internally died of cuteness overload every time he meowed.
“Uh…yeah of course I could, what song? Do you…uh…want me to sing anything?” I
asked shyly trying to move Jordie away from my legs but his tiny meow or whine
made me put him back down. JoJo blushed as he entered my room. He sat down in
my bed and handed me the ukulele, shrugging his shoulders.
“I don’t know Ty, surprise me…” he said with a small grin on his face as he
picked up DeeDee to pet and play with him. I nodded my head and started playing
Landslide. I looked down at my ukulele and didn’t move my eyes from there as I
played.

“I took my love and took it down
I climbed a mountain, I turned around
And I saw my reflection in a snow covered hill
'til a landslide brought it down
 
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
 
Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I've
Built my life around you
Time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too

I'm getting older, too
 
I took my love and took it down
I climbed a mountain, I turned around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hill
The landslide brought it down
The landslide brought it down”
 
After I finished playing I looked up at JoJo and his eyes looked at me a little
strangely. I’m not sure what to call it honestly…the best I could describe it
was a confused scowl. As if I had said or done something wrong.
“Ty, where did you learn that song?” he asked as he took my ukulele away, I’m
not sure if he is JoJo or Joshua at this moment, so I did start gaining a bit
of hesitation and fear in my voice.
“Nowhere special, I heard it on the radio a few times a few years ago”
“How many years?”
“Maybe six or seven years ago? I’m not sure…did…did…did I sing it wrong?” I
asked starting to feel my hands and feet, go numb. I could feel internal
shaking and a breath of freezing air on the back of my neck.
“…No, you didn’t…Ty, go cook me something”
“…okay, you would need to take my chain off…”
“I know what the fuck I have to do” Joshua responded putting DeeDee on the
floor
“…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” I tried to explain, but Joshua slap me across my
face, I bit my tongue and I tasted the slight metallic taste in my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up” Joshua spoke simply after slapping me, I’m not going to lie
and say that I expected this reaction. I just sung and played a song, I thought
it was a nice song, I didn’t do anything, I was trying to make JoJo happy but
Joshua is now here…why did JoJo leave me?
“fuck it, I’m not unchaining you. You stay here, I’m going to deal with you
later” Joshua said taking the ukulele and DeeDee with him. I wanted to object
to him taking DeeDee but I knew better than to do that with Joshua. I don’t
know why that song brought him out…I wasn’t trying to make him come out and be
mad…I never want him to come and I especially never want him to be mad…what did
I do?
“Wake the fuck up, cunt face. I’m hungry” Joshua came back into my room after
what felt like a few minutes but according to my alarm clock, was five hours.
It was 12am and I’m not sure why he is hungry at this time in the morning.
“…okay…what would you like me to make you” I yawned a bit as I sat up in my
bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes with my palms.
“The fuck should I know bitch, surprise me and don’t make anything shitty”
Joshua said unlocking the lock for my chain. It would really help if he could
tell me what he wanted, all that I cooked were things in cookbooks that were
laying around here and…
 
“Tyler, you know you cook really well! I’m actually really happy you like to
cook! It takes a bit of the daily burden from me, you will make a fine husband
one day”
Not like this...not like this…
 
 
“What are you making me, fuck face?” Joshua leered at me from the dining room
table.
“I…I thought…” I said a little dismayed, I thought he wanted us to eat
together, but I guess it’s only for him.
“You thought what? Did you really think I was going to let you eat again? You
know I like my fuck toys a little smaller, that way I get to toss you around at
my own free will” he sneered at me.
“…Yes…I know…I uh…I’m…”
“Well you are boiling water, so what the fuck are you making?”
“I’m…” I started feeling my heart beat a little faster than usually and my
chest started to tighten up…Joshua doesn’t appreciate me…he doesn’t love me; he
doesn’t care for me. I am not his fuck toy…I’m his doormat…his punching bag…his
cum rag if you want to go that far to say…JoJo is the one who cares for me and
my happiness and makes sure I am okay, that I am comfortable and taken care of,
the one that calms all my fears when I’m crying, just like a scared little
boy…I just want JoJo, because he makes me feel safe, happy, untainted,
invincible…untouchable.
I heard Joshua get up from the table, and immediately turned my face towards
him, I didn’t want him to hurt me…
He came over very calmly and looked into the pot of boiling water.
“I’m going to ask you again Ty, what are you making?” he said in a calm voice
but I picked up the menacing undertone.
“Pa…Pa…Pasta…Prim..Primavera with Smoked Gouda…” I stuttered, I didn’t like
that he was only a few inches away from me, and we were in a kitchen with
knives…Joshua never hurt me with a knife, but I could only imagine it could
cross his mind right now…
“Oh, okay…that’s nice…” he said walking away, but he only took a few steps
before he very calmly demanded for me to take off my boxers. I’m not sure why
he would want me to be fully naked in the kitchen, I would only assume he
wanted to ravish and break my body again, but I guess on slightly more
consensual terms?
“Ty, are you listening to me?” he asked, I looked at him and his eyes demanded
me to listen to him and his voice was hefty with intimidation.
“Yes…I am…I am listening” I said looking to my right side, towards the ground
as took off my boxers. The light grey item of clothing dropped and as I went to
pick them off the ground, DeeDee came into the kitchen, distracting me from
pick it up. I saw him and smiled slightly, he was my little furball of cuteness
and he reminded me of JoJo. Joshua walked over to Jordie and picked him up
Joshua walked closer to me. At that moment I snapped back to reality
slightly…JoJo wasn’t here, Joshua was…and I’m not sure what he wanted to do
with Jordie.
“Ty, this is a really cute cat you know…I like him” Joshua spoke effortlessly,
petting DeeDee
“Yeah…I like him too…” I said looking at him with anxiety in my voice
“Ty, you think Jordie would look good with wet fur?”
“…No…Jordie wouldn’t like that…he is a cat and cats don’t like water…” I was
really concerned for Jordie but I don’t think there is anything I can do
“Oh? Too bad” Joshua spoke with malice as he began to move Jordie over the
boiling pot of water
“NO!” I yelled.
I tackled Joshua to the ground and DeeDee fell with him as well. As soon as
well all fell to the ground DeeDee ran away to another place in the house.
“You fucking cunt! I fucking hate you!” Joshua yelled as he pushed me off of
him. He got up quickly but regained some of his composer.
“Okay Ty…you did that so I guess that’s okay, just get up for me” I heard him
messing around in a drawer and I’m not sure which drawer it was. As I got up I
felt scolding water being thrown on me. A few drops of water landed on the back
of my neck, most of the drops landed on my back, which was mostly healed from
the belt slashes.
“Fuck!” I screamed as I coward away from him. I hide in the corner of the
kitchen furthest away from him. he was using a spoon to throw water from the
pot on me.
“Aw Ty, use your nice word for me…I couldn’t burn that pussy, so imma burn the
one running away from me” he said calmly, he stirred the water. I couldn’t
believe that he was doing this to me, I really just wanted to make him food and
go to sleep.
“Okay Ty, just let me throw one more spoonful of water on you and you can
continue cooking for me” he smirked at me. Did I really have a choice? If I ran
away he could throw the whole pot on me…I just…I have to listen…
I began to walk towards him with my eyes squinted in fear, I just wanted him to
hurry up so I could finish his food.
“Aw, don’t be scared Ty…tell you what, you keep cooking and I watch you from
the table” he said as I heard the spoon clink on the counter.
“Oh…okay” I spoke with suspicion of his action. He indeed did go to the table
and watched me cook. What game is he playing at?
“Can I go to my room until the sauce thickens…it will only be a few minutes…” I
spoke with unease, looking at Joshua.
“Yeah, go ahead…I’m not stopping you, but you stay naked, don’t put anything
on” he uttered in a seemingly calm manner. He indeed did watch me cook for him,
but I was naked…I’m not sure what the purpose of me cooking naked was. I nodded
my head and made my way back to my room. DeeDee was sleeping in a little ball
in the center of my bed, he was the absolute cutest...
“Rosary” the dull voice came back, I looked around me and there was nothing
around me, where is this voice coming from? Even sometimes in my dreams I could
hear it…
“Notebook,_Notebook” The dull whisper was telling me about…my notebook?
“God…God…Where are you?”
“Tyler, God is everywhere”
God, where are you? I am asking you now where you are because sometime I think
you forgot about me when Joshua is here…every time Joshua is here…I think you
have forgotten about me...God I’m sorry for all the things I knew…all the
things I said…all the things I didn’t say…God, I just wanted to…
“Notebook,_Notebook” the dull whisper interrupted
“the tallies” I whispered to myself, it was technically a new day so I should
put a tally in my notebook.
I found my notebook and added a new tally. It was day 1,861. That doesn’t sound
like a long time, right?
“My little Tyler baby, you know there is a simpler way of adding than to make
tally marks, right?”
“I know Mama, but I like them, they are all together, held together by one!”I
spoke with such joyful glee. I’m not sure at what age this was but I would
assume at six or seven. I was such a carefree spirit. I made sense in my own
little way, and that’s all that matter to the people around me…well should have
mattered anyways…
“Breaking News, another child whom was abducted was found mur…” my mother
turned off the TV, at the time I couldn’t fathom why she would turn off the TV,
but in retrospect…I could only assume it was to protect me…
“Rosary” the whisper came back.
In all honestly, the rosary JoJo brought me was beautiful. The beads were this
aqua blue with little pink or purple swirls in them and the cross with Jesus on
it, it was simply beautiful…but I’m not sure why I wanted one? They are pretty,
I will admit…but…
“Rosary”
why is this whisper telling me about the rosary?
“Ty, if my food burns I will fuck you up!” I heard speak loudly from the
kitchen. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts.
“…Did you like the food?”
“Yeah, it was good…”
“…I’m…glad you liked it”
“yeah…”
“Can…I…I…put my underwear back on?”
“No…I want to look at you”
“W…Why?”
“What? I can’t look at you or something?”
“Of…Of…course you can…but…why?”
“Sometimes I need to look at a soul that is ethereal to see if it remains that
way or it has changed…”
“…oh?”
“Yeah…” he seemed...grim…his voice was seemingly chilly…who in the hell is
speaking? Joshua or JoJo?
“…what happens if the soul has changed…?”
“…I don’t know…it’s never gotten that far, honestly…”
“…oh…”
“Ty, go to bed…I’m going to clean up here…”
I nodded my head deeply and began to walk my way back towards my room and I
then heard it, I heard him, he mumbled to himself as I left the kitchen...
“I used to think I knew why the trees wouldn’t speak…but…now I'm not so sure…”
***** Aerials *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 6*
     I will put a Key for the Codes used because I know that the picture
     of the codes might not show on everyone's devices <3
     (Also Tyler's mom in this Extra uses homophobic slurs and talks
     negatively about a trans character, so warning for that)
     Italic and Bold ~ Dispatch
     10-97 ~ Juvenal
     10-102 ~ Missing person
     10-69 ~ Kidnapping
     10-73 ~ Rape
     10-67 ~ Extra Patrol
     10-79 ~ Notify Coroner
     10-109D ~ PT Condition is Dead
     10-4 ~ Acknowledgement
Chapter Notes
     FRENS!! hehe Hey all of you magnificent folk! I said i would give you
     guys an extra, and here it is! This Extra is longer than the other
     extras because I am crammed a lot of information in. The reason for
     all this information is because i actually wanted to do, two extras
     this week but depression and anxiety came to rear it's ugly head this
     week, but I'm doing WAY better now <3
     Also to my new readers, Extras are exactly that! They are extras,
     they add to the fic. This fic only has 4 offical chapters so far
     (Tomorrow or Sunday will be 5 Chapters)
     The extras are pretty much backstory to the events leading up to the
     fic told by various characters and POV's, because I felt that there
     were a lot of things that weren't answered when the fic begun and
     wouldn't necessarily be answered as the fic progressed. However the
     extras are very important because the previous extras have small
     (maybe even big, in the future) appearances in the offical chapters.
     The Extras and the Chapters work together to bring you a more in-
     depth and profound understanding the fic as a whole, rather than just
     chapter by chapter
     (The POV in extras are of minor characters so if they are not named,
     it's okay. The only Extra to shy away from this was the first one
     where it was in the 3rd person and you guys were looking in at a chat
     conversation between Tyler and Josh and Tyler's thoughts show a bit
     at the end)
     Anyways! I hope you all are having an AMAZING time in which ever part
     of the world you may be in!
     And as always!
     Stay Strong and Take Care, Frens <3
“Mrs. Joseph, is there anything that could help with trying to locate your son?
Anything at all, any detail, or indication of where he would be?”

“No, I have not a clue. My little Tyler is a good boy, he would never run away
and he would never let me not know where he was. He always told me, called me,
texted me, all of that! My son would never leave me!”

“Okay, Calm down Mrs. Joseph…I just would like to get an idea of where he could
have been…okay so let’s start with where he last said he would be?”

“He called me, he said he was at school and he was going to catch a bus to The
Gallery to meet a friend and he would then come here and then go to his
friend’s Brandon’s house or just straight to Brandon’s house…that’s all I know”

“Okay, Do you recall what time that could have been?”

“9:15 or 9:30, he wasn’t at school for too long”

“Okay, how long does a bus ride to the gallery take?”

“30 or 40 minutes, depending on traffic”

“okay, that sounds about right because eye witness accounts describe seeing him
at or around 10am, do you know what friend he was going to meet there? A name?
a nickname? Anything?”

“No, he just said a friend…I’m sorry it slipped my mind to ask, he usually
hangs out with Brandon Miranda…Tyler sometimes hangs out with Brandon’s cousins
Chris Rodriguez and Kairi Rodriguez…and that’s all I can think of…Tyler didn’t
really have many friends. He got bullied a lot for being very quiet and soft-
spoken”

“Okay we’ll send officers to interview Brandon, Chris, and Kairi…Anyways, did
Tyler have a specific person who would bully him?”

“No, it wasn’t really a bully…he was more or so teased a lot for those
things…they would call him gay, and other things for being the way he is”

“Other things?”

“Tyler was a little…Tyler has feminine qualities, he likes to cook, clean, sew,
he is very empathetic, very sensitive to insults and disappointment,
very…scared of people, that’s the reason he had very little friends…”

“but what other things would they call him?”

“They…they would call Tyler…a faggot, cock sucker, a bitch, a chick in a guy’s
body…things like that…”

“Wow, that’s…deep…Do you think Tyler is actually…”

“No! My son has a healthy interest in women for his age…My son is not gay, he
would just be a very good husband to a WOMAN, one day”

“Mrs. Joseph…I know your family is very religious but…”

“No…my son. Is. Not. Gay. He knows that God loves everyone but the believers of
our lord and savior should ALWAYS be with their opposite sex….”

“Well then Mrs. Joseph…did Tyler have any girlfriends that could help us?”

“…No, but he is Kairi were really cozy together…she was going through a
phase…Tyler told me often that she only liked girls, but Tyler was changing
that, they were always together and very close I might add”

“What about Chris, how close was your son to him?”

“They were friends, that’s it! Chris anyways is another confused soul…he wants
to become a woman and change his name to Cynthia…”

“I see, what about Brandon?”

“Just friends, Brandon is a grade level higher than Tyler. Brandon took Tyler
under his wing because of how quiet and soft-spoken my baby is…Brandon is known
for being very flirtatious with females and I think at times tried to get Tyler
to do the same, but because Tyler is a good boy of God, he didn’t flirt with
anyone”

“…Okay, so back to The Gallery…uh, eye witnesses said he didn’t seem fearful
when he was there…if it’s not Brandon, Chris, or Kairi…do you have any idea who
else could have met him there?”

“No, My Tyler didn’t have many friends like I told you…”

“Did he spend a lot of time online?”

“Not online…he fixed computers and stuff for fun and sometimes charged people,
he always loved computers…I mean…”

“Eye witnesses did see a person with a gray pullover hoodie, black pants and
sneakers near him, almost walking with him, they appeared to be male…do you
know who that could have been?”

“Congratulations officer you just described the attire of every male in Ohio
older than 12”

“…Well Mrs. Joseph…is there any other detail that could help us in this
investigation?”

“No…not really…I’m sorry, I’m just really rattled that no one can find my son
or have heard from him…I’m not sure what else I could say…I mean there isn’t
much else…I’m just scared and worried about my son…”

“Understandable…if you think of anything, please don’t hesitate to come down to
the station and let us know”

“…wait…He did…he recently did become interested in parks and such”

“Parks? Do you know why that is?”

“He…well his spiritual life moved more into nature based faith, I am
guessing…that’s fine though”

“Any parks in particular?”

“A few…he talked about a lot of parks…”

“Any one in particular he talked about a little more than the others?”

“…Fairmount”

“…Fairmount park?...Oh Good Lord…”

“My Baby talked about a lot of parks, it doesn’t mean he has been abducted by a
killer or anything!”

“We aren’t saying he was…we just need to check Fairmount Park to see if there
is anything there that could…indicate where he is…”

“Okay…Tyler is fine…I know he is…”

“We will try to locate him, Mrs. Joseph…Uh…Dispatch, 10-97 Tyler Joseph 10-102
is now a possible 10-69 and possibly a 10-73. Dispatch send officers to the
homes of Brandon Miranda, Chris Rodriguez, Kairi Rodriguez. Lastly 10-67
Fairmount Park, 10-79 for a possible 10-109D”

“10-4"

“What was all that officer?”

“…We’re trying to find your son, we are trying everything we can to find him…”
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***** The Hand That Feeds *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 7*
Chapter Notes
     Hey Frens! I'm so sorry i didn't have a chapter for you guys Saturday
     or Sunday like i usually do, i'm still trying to get better from my
     sharp ups and downs of my mental health <3 I hope you all are having
     an amazing time in which ever part of the world you may be in <3
     (But yes i do have an extra for you guys because a part of this extra
     was actually supposed to be part of the chapter for the Saturday/
     Sunday that just passed, but i have gone against it and made it an
     extra <3)
     I'm playing catch up to redo the missed chapter and the chapter i am
     supposed to put up Saturday or Sunday, so let's see how this goes
     Frens! <3 hehe and as always
     Stay Strong and Take Care, Frens! <3 <3
“Brandon Rodriguez?”
“Yeah?”
“We are here for…”
“Tyler?”
“Yes…”
“Okay I’ll tell you what I know but please try to find him, he is my best
friend…he reminded me a lot of my cousins so that’s why I protected him…I knew
he liked guys but that was okay, ya know?”
“Oh? Okay well what do you now?”
“Uh…not much as of now, but maybe a few months to a year ago, he got really
interested in parks and stuff, so because I had a feeling about this type of
stuff happening…I recorded our phone call conversations after a while. It’s may
sound stupid but I kind of felt it, that he would pop up missing sooner or
later, ya know?”
“Yeah, do you have the recordings with you?”
“Not all of them…but like two or three of them, yes. The other ones were pretty
bland and I deleted them, but the one I can pick out very quickly in my head is
upstairs in my room. I had to do old school tape recorder style but, I got it,
right?”
“Yeah, so let’s go hear this recording”
“Okay whatever I said in the recordings, won’t be held against me right? You
like…school business?”
“School Business?”
“I used to ask Tyler to fix my grades in the grading system in school”
“oh, naw we have to find Tyler and that’s very petty…we aren’t even worried
about that, I used to do the same, with my friends honestly”
“Okay cool, well then come upstairs”
 
 
“…Tyler man, that’s fucking weird…why the hell are you looking at those
pictures…the old fucking perverted bastard is a monster and you are giving him
what he wants, attention”
“You think the Fairmount Park killer is an old man?”
“Well I guess, don’t dirty old men lure little kids to the park to molest and
rape them and shit?”
“I mean…statistically speaking, most victims of sexually violent crimes know
their attackers…how do we know he isn’t like our age?”
“Because these attacks have been happening since we were like in elementary
school, I doubt a fucking teenager has been killing since they were in grade
school”
“Well I mean…that’s true…then what could this old guy be? Like his profession?”
“I’m not sure man, maybe a pediatrician?”
“Yeah, that makes sense…”
“Are you still looking at those pictures?”
“Yeah…”
“Dude, why? Those pictures are sick…little boys were raped and mangled and you
are looking at it”
“I’m looking at them because I’m trying to figure out certain things”
“Like?”
“Like, the progression of kills. The first boy, whom has my name, he was hit
repeatedly in the head. But a few kills later, the boy looked to have just
tripped and fell and hit his head on a rock. The cut the rock made didn’t kill
him, the pressure caused by brain swelling did. A few kills later, this kids
neck of snapped, not like assassin type of snap, I’m talking about shaken baby
type of snap…I’m not sure if this guy is getting better at killing or he is
trying to do something that if they hesitate he scares them or intimidates them
and tries to rough them up, but they just end up dying…maybe he is like a
really strong muscular old guy?”
“He killed a baby?”
“No, like…if you were to grab me by the arms and shake me, it would be a
forwards and back motion, wouldn’t it be?”
“Yeah”
“That’s what he did, usually babies and toddlers have weak neck muscles so when
they are violently shook, their necks snaps, and their brains are depleted of
oxygen and basically the baby’s brain suffocates to death, that’s why it’s
called that. The kills of the kids that are from 7 to 10, all have this
attribute, they were shaken so violently and their necks snapped, but that kind
of whiplash it would take to do that in a child in those ages would be the
whiplash sustained at maybe a 45+ mile per hours collision…it doesn’t make
sense…”
“Tyler, we are talking about an old muscular guy who is way bigger than these
kids, I don’t think it would be that hard to shake snap a kids neck at those
ages, especially boys. A lot of you guys aren’t so lucky to start growing…”
“you guys?”
“Tyler, you are 15 and you still look like a little kid, you can’t grow facial
hair and you are still small and wimpy looking, if I took you and shook you,
your neck would snap too…it’s not that hard to snap the necks of people whom
are smaller than you”
“Good point, but my neck muscles are developed…I’m still looking for more
pictures, how he killed the other kids…”
“Tyler, I’m starting to think you are obsessed with this bastard”
“I’m not, but I think there is some bigger things that are missing”
“like?”
“for example, 11 to 15 or 16 year olds, our neck muscles are well developed
almost to the extent of adults, if not already there…he would have had to
change his method of killing to accommodate his aging victims, also on the
topic of his victims ages…they progress in a linear pattern. After Tyler Black,
the victims just got older. I have counted 43 kids after Tyler Black so far,
and they never changed…it was never like he killed an 8 year old and went to a
4 or a 5 year old…I think he is aging with his victims…”
“Okay Criminal Minds, you are profiling this bastard…what else are you going to
do?”
“No, listen…that’s an important detail, with Tyler Black, that’s 44 kids up
until the age of 10, I’m still missing five more year’s worth of pictures and
details, that I still haven’t seen yet…what if not all children are endanger,
his victims have always been male and once an age has passed, he will not
return to that age to prey…there is something really important behind this…I
want to figure it out”
“whatever man, as long as you hack into the school’s grading system and change
my grades before midnight, that’s all I care about”
“Sure, I can do that in two minutes…but the Fairmont Park killer…I wonder
what’s going on in his brain”
“I have a thought it’s, cute little boy, let me fuck you and kill you in the
park”
“Brandon…this is serious man…”
“What is serious is that you need to change my grades from C’s to B’s”
“Okay…I guess”
 
 
“That’s all…”
“Brandon question, how did he see the pictures and see all these details, we
never released pictures to the public”
“Oh, I always thought they were out to the public”
“No, they aren’t and they won’t ever be till after we catch him”
“aye, I see…well, Tyler hacked computers for fun, he probably got into the Ohio
State Police Department’s main computer, hacked the mainframe and…got ahold of
everything…”
“Damn…okay that makes sense, but how didn’t he ever get caught?”
“Tyler was just that damn good at everything he did and put his mind to”
“Ah…okay then, well I’ll…do what I can with this information, thank you
Brandon…if you think of anything else don’t hesitate to contact us, and we will
be in touch if we find anything we can tell you”
“Thanks man, take care and please try your best to find Tyler…I still have hope
that he is around…”
“No problem, and we will try out best, I promise you that…”
***** Repetition *****
Chapter Summary
     Watching me is like watching the fire
     Take your eyes from you
     (This chapter is non-con graphic at times, it's consensual smutty for
     a good part of it i think it's graphic but so graphically good! Also
     I'm just gonna let it be known, you are probably going to hate
     Tyler's Mom in this chapter...just leaving that there)
     "No matter how painful the kisses are, I still tremble with joy
     I'm happy I met you" ~ Tyler Joseph
     Key to Chapter
     Bold ~ Flashback Memory
     Italic ~ Antagonistic/ Guiding Voice
     Bold and Italic ~ Tyler's Inner Thoughts/Mental Response
     Bold, Italic, Underlined ~ Has already been said in past chapters or
     extras or has been Repeated often (Repetition)
Chapter Notes
     FRENS!!! The weight for the LONG overdue chapter, IS OVER!!! hehe so
     this chapter is LONG! it's over 4,000 BUT! i think it's well worth it
     because i had to compensate because i felt really bad about saying
     Saturday or Sunday and my depression and anxiety had to rear it's
     ugly heads when I owed you guys a chapter, an it's Thursday today!
     Forgive me Frens!
     Anyways! This chapter is probably going to be interesting because i
     am going to try to add a song in the beginning of the chapter and
     then in the middle so if it looks jacked up, please bare with me! <3
     Also you will notice that some flashbacks DO NOT follow the key in
     the summery because I think if i was reading almost a page of bold
     font...i would cry, so i just did spacing to indicate longer
     flashbacks but it doesn't have anything special done to the font in
     those cases
     (For the 2nd song if you can access it, the first few seconds are an
     interview, i'm sorry that i could upload the clean version,
     soundcloud took it down is only letting me use this one -.-' but
     anywho! Good Vibes Friends! <3 )
     Anyways I hope you all are having an amazing time in which ever part
     of the world you may be in! <3 And as always!
     Take Care and Stay Safe, Frens <3
Tyler’s POV 
I know I spoke about the pain and emptiness, I know I spoke about the misery
and depression that I felt with Joshua, but…there are times when JoJo and I
would have beautiful moments. Moments of utter happiness and euphoria. I felt
safe, I felt peaceful, I felt…invincible, like nothing could touch me and like
I was floating above the world. Maybe it was because this is the guy I truly
love? The guy I wanted to spend all my time with…regardless of the bad, this is
the person I wanted with me…forever…

You know forever is just until tonight…
 “Tyler, I love you. I love you so much, I want you so badly, you mean the
world to me” JoJo would tell me between deeply passionate kisses, he was
pushing me onto his bed. JoJo would never in a million years, make love to me
in my bed…that was the place where Joshua would rip into me and ravish my body
into a limp state…JoJo’s bed was a place of peace and a place where our souls
could connect, just for a little while, at least…
“I love you too, please…I want you badly too, just…be careful, I’m still a
little sore…” I said feeling my blood rush inside of me, numbing me slightly
from my wounds. It’s day 1,867 and Joshua ravished my body again, 2 days ago. I
was bleeding, I was bruised, I was broken…again. It felt like I was moments
away from death, my soul and my body being taken and turned against me. I would
hate to say I enjoyed it, because I didn’t…my body just reacted in a way that I
didn’t want it to. I got hard, I felt the blood rush, the pulsation and the
feelings of pleasure when he rammed himself in and out behind me as he stroked
me. I could feel blood become Joshua’s lubrication for me. It felt like a saw
and sandpaper was sanding away at my insides, slicing through me, my body being
taken and shook with such violence and force that I just kind of went with the
motions. He stroked me with the same vigor as he ripped in and out of me. That
was also painful, so very painful, but…I…I…I liked it? I shouldn’t be thinking
of Joshua as I have this beautiful moment with JoJo. Joshua doesn’t deserve me,
he is my abuser…Joshua is…

Joshua is hurting me, Joshua is killing me

“Don’t worry Ty, I will try my best to be careful, I would never want to hurt
you on purpose” He whispered into my left ear as he took off my boxers, he was
being a little rough but I think it’s because he is anticipating me and I
should follow. In my head all I could think about how teared apart and raw I
was. My soul being ripped in and out of by a monster isn’t very pretty, I must
admit…
No! Please stop! It hurts! Oh my god, please stop! It hurts so much…OH MY GOD!
Stop! Help me! God help me! SOMEBODY HELP ME!
Shut the fuck up Ty! No one is going to help you, just take it! You know you
LOVE this!
No! AGHH!...help…help…help me…protect me…please…
Awe, don’t be so silly, God didn’t put you in this situation…You did…You put
yourself here…
“I used to think I knew why the trees wouldn’t speak…but…now I'm not so sure…”
Trees? Like the Tree that’s tattooed on his arm, you remember that view right?
NO! I DON’T!
Don’t kid yourself, you know exactly what I’m talking…
STOP IT!
 
“AGHH!! Help! Ahh! Help…” I was in agony; it wasn’t the first time Joshua
ripped into me and tore me apart the best way he knew how…I can’t recall the
day, the tally I mean, but it was one of my darker days…
My_soul_was_in_my_point_of_view,_ethereal_and_omnipotent_but…Joshua_did
something_to_my_soul_that_pained_me_very_much._I_wish_I_could_say_what_it_was,
but_my_soul_ever_since_day_1,_was_shattered,_it_was_tainted_it_was…starting_to
empty…
I…don’t like recalling what happened because it was one of the many times that
Joshua was tainting my soul and emptying it’s ethereal nature and tainting it
with his darkness and...rage? I’m sure he was telling me something or at least
groaning in his own sick pleasure while I suffered, cried, whimpered, plead and
begged him to stop. After a while, my body went into shock…I stopped feeling, I
was floating above myself and watching this sickening scene, as if an outer
body experience or something related. I could only see myself and him thrusting
violently behind me. As I hovered about, I look at my face…to say the least, it
terrified me beyond anything I had ever seen in my life, or felt in my life…I
was defeated, I was afraid, I was broken…I had given up, in some ways…I was
gone. I just laid there, in agonizing shock. Then for a moment, Joshua stopped.
He reached down towards himself and me, not very sure why…he was done, right?
At that moment I saw things through my eyes again and even though I was in
shock, I still had some consciousness…I hadn’t totally blacked out. I must have
blinked for a split second because when I opened my eyes I saw the Tree…I saw
his Tree, the Joshua Tree…then a little lower, his hand and his hand was
covered in a deep scarlet liquid…it’s hue was very familiar…it was something
that lived inside of me, keeping me alive…well, at least surviving. It was my
blood. He put his hand right next to my face, sparing about seven or eight
inches. I think in some ways, it was to taunt me, but in other ways to support
himself as he continued to ravish me, because he began again. I continued to
drift between hovering above myself and Joshua and actually seeing through my
actual eyes. It was painful, but…I felt nothing at the same time, I had gone
numb from shock…I didn’t know what else to do, my soul was collapsing in on
itself and my body was dying and my only guess is that my mind was doing the
same…
 
Ah, so you do remember the tree…How do you feel?
…what do you want?
I want you to remember, I want you to remember things you have forgotten long
ago
There is no long ago, JoJo, Joshua, and DeeDee are the only things I know…
Ah nah, I don’t think so…try thinking a little harder
NO! they are all I know! JoJo is mine and DeeDee is mine, we are a family!
What about Mama?
M-M…Mama?
“Tyler, God is everywhere” My mom said
“But God loves everyone, right Mama?”
“Yes, God loves everyone Tyler, why do you ask?”
“Mama, if God loves everyone then why does God punish people?”
“Tyler, God doesn’t punish people…”
“Mama, God punishes everyone”
“How so, Tyler?”
“God punishes bad people and good people, all the time. People that survived
bad storms lose everything and people who kill other people, get killed of die
too, eventually”
“Tyler, God doesn’t punish people…God tests their faith in him. If the people
of the storm can lose everything but still come back strong, that was a test
the God gave them and they passed it”
“And what about the people who kill other people? They are bad, but why don’t
they die as the person they are killing, dies?”
“Well Tyler…I think God does things to people and God…finds a way to bring his
little angels back home, early…while the people who sin and kill, will be
brought into the underworld in due time…”
“Mama…”
“Yes Tyler?”
“What are sins?”
“Bad things that God punishes because they are horrible”
“I know that Mama, but…why are they?”
“Oh, well killing, stealing, disobeying your parents, basically the 10
commandments”
“Oh…”
“What is wrong, Tyler”
“Is it sin for me to have a boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend? You been a friend that’s a boy?”
“No, like a boy I really like”
“Tyler, that’s a very big sin. You don’t like boys anyways, you like girls”
“I like girls as friends…”
“No! You like girls! You DO NOT like boys”
“I-I’m…I’m sorry Mama…I didn’t mean to upset you…”
“…Well you did Tyler, anyways wash up. You need to go and do your nightly
prayer before bed and you need to pray extra hard to get rid of that sinful
thought you just told me about…”
“Okay Mama…”
No, that’s not what I meant for you to remember…Think a little deeper…
What? What do you mean…?
 
“Chirp, Chirp” the birds sang outside my window. I slowly opened my eyes, the
sunshine was perfect, it wasn’t violently entering my eyes how it sometimes
does. It was gradual and subtle. I looked out of my window and found it to be a
very promising day. A beautiful burst of sun throughout the sky and little dips
of white fluff thrown in there for good measure. There was something about this
day that was strangely inviting to me…kind of with the message “It can’t rain
all the time” All last night it had been thundering and raining, it seemed to
almost be like the end of the world. But today is so beautiful that you
wouldn’t even think that the night before it was disastrous. I kind of woke up
in a “playful” mood and all I could think about was... On_The_WillandJo. He is
an internet friend that is now my boyfriend and he makes me feel absolutely
loved and cared for. Yeah, he is older than me but sometimes seeing him in
public and talking to him on chat was always a blessing. He lets me call him
JoJo, but he also lets me call him Josh so I am guessing his name is Joshua. To
be completely honest, I broke it to him that I had a crush on him not that long
ago. I expect him to be disgusted or something…but he actually was really
flattered and told me I was really cute. I honestly felt like a puppy when he
said that, because little animals are cute and adorable. I told him over audio
chat online and I guess he could feel I was pouty so he said “No, being cute is
a good thing, in my eyes at least…It means you are tiny and precious
and...really nice to look at” I explained to him that he didn’t need to like me
back and if we could stop talking if he liked. I was really embarrassed that I
wasn’t hot or sexy, just “cute” or “tiny” and “precious”. “No, I love talking
to you Ty, but if you want to stop talking that’s up to you…I think you are
really cute and you make me happy…I mean…you are kind of my reason to get home
as early as I can and jump on my laptop as quickly as I can” he spoke so
effortlessly and probably with his smirk of pure seduction. I honestly always
thought he was straight, I mean…he never spoke about women, but he didn’t speak
about men either. He did have a vibe to him, as if he had sex very often and
was really popular with sexual partners. Even as seemingly untouchable as he
was, he seemed to like me…we started dating soon after. I honestly never really
had a relationship. Me and him would video chat often, when I was at home alone
or when my family and I would go to church, I would sneak off into the basement
or the bathroom to put on a bit of a show for him. It felt kind of dirty to
play with myself in church but JoJo enjoyed it and it made him happy. It drove
him crazy when I was in my white button up shirt and dark gray vest. I would
wear glasses because, honestly I needed them most of the time but I refused to
wear them a lot because they made me look like a big nerd. But he loved when I
looked like that. I would ring him up at weird times when I was in church,
mostly 4 days out of the week, if not the occasional 6 days out of the week. I
used to hate Friday night Bible study…I was never the cool kid, not even in my
church. I know that church, we are all supposed to love and accept each other
and talk about our passion, for God and Jesus Christ…but I think they all knew
there was something “off” about me. I didn’t even try to remotely flirt with
any of the girls in church. A lot of the guys did, I didn’t…I mostly kept to
myself. But after JoJo and I got together, Friday nights was more like, weekday
shows but extended…
“Mmm Ty, I wish you would tilt that camera a little lower…I want to see all of
you, not just your pretty face” he would half say half moan as he got himself
warmed up, I felt kind of stupid that I was already going and he was starting
to get warmed up.
“Oh! Sorry” I said stopping my up and down jerking motion. He giggled a bit at
my awkwardness, he would smirk and stare at me with eyes of anticipation and
excitement. I would think he was really enticed by me but that could also be
that he thinks I’m “cute” again, and dammit, I want to be sexy.
“Is this better?” I asked a little nervously, I was still erect but I was
starting to lose a bit of my stiffness because I felt kind of cute again and
not sexy.
“That’s perfect, BabyBoy…continue” he looked at me with his eyes, a little more
squinty now but now biting his lower left lip, a bit. Does he like what he
sees?
“ah, okay…umm” I blushed a bit, I was blushing because I actually loved that he
called me BabyBoy, it made me feel special and loved.
“BabyBoy, are you okay? You not going all softy on me now, are you, I’m already
hard”
“Ah no JoJo…it’s I’m…I’m sorry I just want to call you something but I have no
idea what to call you…”
he smirked a bit and he quickly said “you just call me what comes to you
naturally, it will come to you”
“oh okay, so I should keep going?”
“only if you want, I could just look at you and your body for the rest of the
night and uh…what do you call it? Since you don’t say jerk off”
I giggled a bit and said “HappyPlayTime”
He chuckled and said “yeah, I could HappyPlayTime, looking at you and how
perfect you are so…angelic, so...beautiful, so…ethereal” as he spoke his voice
got a bit softer with each word and his motions became faster and steadier.
There is no way I’m staying out of this! I want to HappyPlayTime with him.
“JoJo…” I spoke softly. His concentration broke off of me and he stopped his
hand motions long enough to ask me what was wrong.
“Do you want me to cum for you on the video”
JoJo’s usually squinty almond shaped eyes lit up and rounded out a bit “well
don’t you always?”
“Yeah but I mean…in the direction of the camera…like…get the cum on the camera,
so you kind of get to enjoy it a little more than just hearing me?”
“Fuck yes, BabyBoy…you know just what to say to fuck me up…”
“So is that a yes?” I asked making small precise circles on my head and a
little bit under my opening, I could feel a bit of precum oozing out but
hopefully he didn’t notice that.
“Fuck, you got to make me beg?” he asked as he quickened his motions but with a
slight hand twist now and they seemed to be with more grip because now his body
was even jerking up and down a tiny bit with his hand.
“Of course I have to make you beg, I can’t always make it easy for you, ya
know?”
“Okay, BabyBoy fucking unload that cum of yours all over that camera, so I can
imagine licking it off of you and your hand”
I blushed and I felt it, I felt my face, chest, and my thighs start to pink and
redden up and I felt a bit more of pre-cum oozing out, but I couldn’t be that
fast, I had to stall him. I stopped all my motions and pouted.
“BabyBoy what’s wrong? Please keep going, please”
“Nothing is wrong…I just want you to cum first so I don’t feel weird when I cum
on the camera”
“Fuck you want me to come on my laptop camera? Shit you are a kinky needy fuck”
I blushed a bit but smile. I remembered I have hideous bottom teeth and stopped
smiling, I fucking hate them
“No baby, keep smiling, I love it when you are happy, it turns me on more than
any amount of dirty talk ever could” he said squinting a bit and gasping a bit
as that up and down got faster and faster.
“Oh, so you like my smile, Daddy?” what did I just say? Oh lord! No! that
sound’s weird, doesn’t it?!
He bit his lower lip and moaned “Fuck I’m cumming, fuck just open your mouth
towards the camera, I want to cum in your pretty fucking mouth and all over
your glasses…I just..” I did what I was told but I mean…oh that’s what he
meant. He unloaded his cum all over the camera, and I mean it was slathered, I
could barely see him.
“Oh wow! That was a lot! Imagine if I was actually there to take all that in my
mouth and taste it” “BabyBoy, don’t tease me like that…fuck…now I’m thinking
about it” he wiped off his laptop with his hand and I could imagine that was a
gross task but I would pretty much need to do the same in a few minutes but
with my phone. “Now it’s your turn BabyBoy…cover me with your cum, make Daddy
happy” I blushed immensely, he actually liked that I called him that, I don’t
feel so dumb now. “Okay Daddy, I’ll be there soon…”

I thought about him this morning because he made me feel as if it was okay and
not a sin to play with him on video and on the phone like that. That our love
was beautiful and pure…it was nothing to feel guilty about, because we were in
love and God is all about love. Though that’s not to say we weren’t a secret.
My friends didn’t know about JoJo. Since I was feeling playful, I thought a
morning session of HappyPlayTime was needed. I creeped my hands onto my boxers
and began rubbing myself till I got harder. I bit my lip a bit and felt my body
contract and relax and I pulled myself out of my boxers and began my
HappyPlayTime session. I usually never did it in my room because my window, but
the sun was so inviting and so loving that I couldn’t resist playing…the sun on
my pale skin warmed and hugged me, how I would imagine JoJo would if he woke up
next to me. As I jerked myself up and down and rubbed the underside of my head
and firmly grasped my shaft as I lost myself, I felt myself leave to another
place. A place where everything was right, a place where not even the fires of
hell can make you walk away from it. My imagination ran wild with JoJo, maybe
across an empty parking lot in the rain or through the forest were we were
free, happy, peaceful, serein. I could feel the sun, the birds, and the slight
wind whisper to me and my hands and my soft voice whispered back. My whisper
from various areas would change, sometimes staying whispers and at times into
bold shouts, at the world. That…I’m here, that I’m happy…that I’m NOT
sinful…I’m just in love. My eyes rolled to the back of my head head from the
talking my hands did, well talking and jerking, they are interchangeable,
honestly. My legs tightened and my toes curled up and my grip got firmer,
hopefully I can handle it because it feels really good but, I don’t want to cum
then be in pain because my grip was too tight. Every muscle from the waist down
contracted deeply and so tensely. I opened my eyes to look up at that sky
outside of her window and one of my hand slithered up towards my neck and I
scratched at my ivory skin before I knew it my muscles tightened up to the
point of near killing me then, all of my muscles relaxed and a wave of pleasure
had come over me. Just as that wave came ray of sunshine came beaming down from
the heavens to illuminate my being. Weirdly enough I moaned out something that
I really shouldn’t have… “Daddy! Fuck, Daddy!” After a few moments of basking
in the pleasure, I caught my breath and decided that it was time to go on with
my usual morning routine. I dragged my limp and languished, frail body out of
bed, and then she came in.
“Tyler! Were you playing with yourself!? Who is Daddy?! Where you playing with
yourself and thinking of your father?! How sickening!”
“No! Ew! Mom! No!”
“Then what were you doing?!”
“I was playing with myself and I was thinking about…”
“About. WHO?!”
“…A guy…”
My mother stood there in disgust and looked in the first drawer off my dresser.
She pulled my Bible and tried handing it to me.
“Take it. Tyler, TAKE IT!”
“No…Mom…”
“YOU BETTER TAKE IT AND PRAY!”
“Mom there is nothing wrong about…” before I could even finish my statement she
slapped me across my face with my Bible and yelled at me.
“TYLER! OUR LORD DOES NOT LIKE HIS FOLLWERS TO BE THAT WAY! IT’S OKAY FOR NON-
BELEIVERS! BUT HIS CHILDREN ARE HETEROSEXUAL!”
I stood there and I was upset, I was hurt, I was angry.
“Mom…Mother…Mama…we are ALL God’s children and they made us ALL in their image,
for all we know God is flaming fabulous faggot like I am, and they are probably
intersexed!” I let the venom come out of my mouth so effortlessly.
“Tyler. You will NOT disrespect our lord in this house! You will go and pray
and you will go to church today and pray and talk to all the church officials
about you sins because this is disgusting!”
“So if I wasn’t you son, me being gay would be fine?!”
“Yes it would! Because then I don’t have to worry about your salvation, but
since you are MY son, I have to worry about what is going to happen to you in
the afterlife!”
I stood silent for a moment then said “Well…I know one thing is for sure…”
“Oh?!”
“If Heaven is full of people like you, I would rather go and be in Hell”
She stood there stunned and tossed the Bible on my bed
“Clean yourself up you sinful bastard, We are going to Church in an hour…You
aren’t Gay…you are just confused, maybe a demon is inside of you…I need to find
an exorcist” she left my room in haste saying.
 
“TyTyBaby, are you okay? You didn’t seem too present when we were making love”
JoJo said smiling softly to me, playing in my hair, fluffing it a bit.
“Yeah…I was…in heaven, I’m sorry if you thought I wasn’t all here…I
was…floating”
“You were an angel?”
“Aren’t I always an angel?”
“Yeah, you are…” he kept playing in my hair, leaning down occasionally to kiss
my lips, neck, chest, and shoulder softly. I felt…safe, I felt happy, I
felt…invincible, I felt…angelic…I was floating…
“Am I your Angel?”
“You always Are TyTyBaby…you are my world, you are mine and only mine, you are
the most important person in my life and you are my most valued and prized
relationship, you are my one and only…You are my BabyBoy”
 
You have to keep digging deeper, but…remember…Don’t_get_attached…love_is_always
ripped_away_by_the_seams…
***** Fall Again *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 8*
     Key:
     Bold ~ Detective Skylar
     Italic ~ Detective Silver
     Italic and Bold ~ Detective Reznor
Chapter Notes
     Hey you magnificent frens! I come to you with not just one, but TWO
     extras before the Chapter update which is scheduled for Tomorrow or
     Sunday! Fun times, frens!
     The 2nd Extra will come to you later and that Extra will have a
     picture with it that i edited and worked hard on and I hope you guys
     like it, because i worked hard on it...
     Anyways! Good vibes friends, I hope you all are having a wonderful
     time in whichever part of the world you may be in and as always!
     Take Care and Stay Safe, Frens!
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“Listen Skylar, we have been searching this placed for days and we have
nothing. I don’t think he was brought here…Maybe the Fairmount Park Killer
doesn’t have him…maybe it’s just a coincidence?”

“Listen Silver, every officer in Ohio knows that a child that randomly goes
missing…it’s not a coincidence, especially in the past ten years, they never
happen”

“Sure but…you said Ohio, have there been others? Like in other cities?”

“Yeah…we all know that whoever is the Fairmount Park Killer, they move around
so…it’s all of Ohio…any child abduction regardless of age or sex…we suspect
it’s him…”

“How do we know it’s a man?”

“Men are usually the perpetrators of violent crimes, and since these crimes are
against children, it reinforces the idea that it’s a man…most women have
motherly instincts and would never hurt a child”

“I see, do you have a profile on this person?”

“Well, the profile has changed so much…we are just kind of waiting for a
confession from someone or even someone to come forward with any information”

“What about The Gallery? Don’t they have security cameras?”

“The Gallery is a rundown broken place, only old people, kids with nothing to
do, and kids that are attached to their parents at the hip…go there, needless
to say they don’t have working cameras. It was a safe area, nothing like this
has ever happened there…”

“Oh what about eye witness, could they describe what this guy looked like?”

“Silver, are you serious? They gave a very vague clothing description and the
guy had his hood up so there is no description of his face, the only one who
was close enough to see him, is an old lady that runs the dollar store and she
didn’t see him because she has shitty eye sight…it’s like whoever saw and was
with Tyler Joseph last…they disappeared, off the face of the earth. They might
have Tyler or they might know where he is”

“Jeez, sounds like we have our work cut out for us…”

“You know Silver, I think Tyler was onto something…you know, he added insight
into the case. All the things the Brandon kid had on that tape recorder, it
made sense…what if the Fairmount Park Killer only targets little boys and he IS
aging with his victims? Tyler was profiling him in some ways and he could be on
to something…”

“You think Tyler was profiling the Fairmount Park Killer, to try and find him?”

“What? No, Tyler is smarter than that. I’m talking about what if Tyler was on
to something about the Killer? What if the minds like his that are in the
public could help us find the killer?”

“Ah, I see what you are getting at…State Police would never go for it…there is
a certain amount of time after the murders you have to wait till information
can be made public…I think it’s something like 10 or 11 years and only if the
police department where the crime was committed agrees to release it, as a
whole. But since this is an Ohio thing as you said, State police would have to
agree to release information and you know how state police are”

“ahh, yeah far too well I know how they are…”


“Silver, do you copy? Are you still in Fairmount park with Skylar?”
“Yeah, Copy. What’s going on?”
“We are in the northern section of Fairmount Park and I think I found Tyler
Joseph’s Cellphone…”
***** Dead Souls *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 9*
     Key:
     Bold ~ Detective Skylar
     Italic ~ Detective Silver
     Italic and Bold ~ Detective Reznor
Chapter Notes
     Hey frens! I promised you guys another extra and this is the extra
     with the edit i made! Yay!
     Okay I am very aware that some devices (phones for example) will not
     show the edit and pictures in it's entirety because the edit or
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     sorry about that frens! I'm still trying to work it out to the point
     that everyone can see the pictures that go with my fic and be happy
     with them <3 I'm trying my best with that <3
     Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and that you are having a good time in
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     and Remember
     Take Care and Stay Safe, Frens <3
“Detective Reznor, where was the phone? Right here?”

“Yes, I photographed it and placed markers and everything. I looked through it
with my gloves on and this is indeed Tyler Joseph’s phone”

“You mean?”

“Family photos, videos of him singing, pictures and videos on class trips,
pictures with I am guessing friends, and pictures at church”

“Okay, this is a start! What is in there?”

“Well there is something interesting with this phone, it doesn’t have an SD
card in it…the photos we found are saved to the device, there could be a lot
more on the SD, I am almost positive there is”

“Why do you think that?”

“Come on, a 16-year-old boy with not a hint of porn anywhere on his phone? No
sexual text messages? No apps for anything remotely bad…he was hiding
something”

“He was hiding something, possibly from his mom who refuses to accept the
possibility that her son could have been gay”

“Being gay and Christian with a homophobic Christian mom, yeah that could do
it”

“Yeah, I feel bad for him. Uh…without the SD card, we have nothing…right?”

“Nothing that was on it, we can see. Just what saved to the phone. His phone is
interesting though…this phone is very high tech so I’m guessing his SD card was
actually an SDHC which means anything from a 4GB to a 32GB memory hold and with
this phone and the quality of the photos here, I think it’s closer to the 32GB
memory hold”

“I see…are those cards small?”

“Yeah, they are tiny”

“I see”
“Can I see that phone, Detective Reznor?”
“Sure, be my guest to look through it, you just need to have your gloves on”
“I do have them on, let me just look through it, I would suspect he has
something on his phone, anything, really…anything that could help us at all”

“This isn’t a weird place in the park for a phone to go missing, you know…I
mean…it’s not the eastern section of the park. The eastern part of here is more
wooded, used a lot for sexual encounters and for the past 10 years, The
Fairmount Park Killer’s dumping ground. This section is more public, has a walk
way and bike trail. Also it has a bridge over a body of water, people walk over
that bridge constantly and lake boats pass under the bridge, equally as much…is
it possible that Tyler is just a runaway and he stopped her for a little while
then left?”

“It’s possible, but is it probable? If he left his phone, why is his SD card
missing?”

“Good point…”

“Wait a minute…there is a secret photo album here, let me see if I can access
it…it looks to only have one picture…”

“Go for it, it could help us…”

“Huh? It’s a picture of himself”

“Let me see…”
 
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“Well…I’m not sure what to make of that…”

“Well, someone else took that picture of him, that’s for sure unless he put a
timer to take the picture and most phone timers do a 10 second timer, I mean it
is possible and probable, and he edited the picture...obviously”

“How probable and possible is it that he has the SD card with him and he is
just fucking with us?”

“Possible, though I doubt probable”

“But how likely is it he was forced to toss it here with no SD card to throw
police off of someone else who could have kidnapped him?”

“Likely”

“How likely is it that whoever took him, never even touched this phone so no
other fingerprints, other than Tyler’s?”

“…Likely…How fucked is this Tyler kid?”

“So very extremely fucked, Honestly”
***** Sleep *****
Chapter Summary
     "Please help my heart heal
     We will stop dreaming, we will stop racing towards a warm place" ~
     Tyler Joseph
     Key to this Chapter:
     Italic ~ Nightmare Voice
     Italic, Bold, Underline ~ Small, Fragile Voice
     Bold and Underline ~ Guiding/Antagonizing Voice
Chapter Notes
     Hello Frens!! I know i have been gone for like a month but! I HAVE
     BROUGHT YOU NOT JUST ONE CHAPTER, BUT THREE! How yall like me now?!
     Hehe okay, so in all honesty this and the two other parts are on my
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     make yall fall asleep on me so i'm going to do things like this, I'm
     posting this part up, and then in 4 hours i will post part 2 up, then
     tomorrow as soon as i wake up, I post part three!
     You guys know I love yall so, i had to make it nice and long to get
     yall to try and excuse my absence <3
     Just so you know the 2nd part (the part i'm putting up in 4 hours) is
     VERY strong so i'm giving you guys a warning in this chapter and also
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     for leaving for a bit! <3 I love you guys and as ALWAYS!
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Tyler POV
“…I love you…do you love me?”
“I love you….”
“That’s good…hey, have you ever seen the sunrise?”
“No, what’s that?”
“When it stops being dark out here and the sun comes up”
“Oh, no I haven’t…is it pretty?”
“Very pretty”
“J…”
“Yes, T…?”
“what are the trees telling you?”
“They aren’t saying much, they are enjoying the moment…why?”
“You say the trees speak to you, why don’t I ever hear them?”
“It takes time and being quiet to actually hear what they are saying…maybe one
day you will be able to hear them, maybe even be better than me and be able to
talk amongst them…”
“I hope so! I would love to…”
SLEEP!
I jolted up from my bed, what the hell was that? I…what was that? Was that
JoJo? He sounded different…younger? And who was I? I sounded…different? I was
looking up at trees, I couldn’t see who I was talking to, if it was JoJo, I
couldn’t see him…the names in the dream were muffled out. As if vocally blurred
or something…what is this? Oh well, it must be one of those weird dreams you
get from eating sweets at 12am and falling asleep two hours ago…
“Meow” DeeDee meowed at me, he was sniffing me. He must have been startled at
me waking up so suddenly.
“Hey babes, how are you? Are you okay?” I spoke to him petting him, he was
indeed a munchkin cat. Such small and short legs for his body, he was adorable.
I loved him, he was like my son…he was our son, JoJo loved him as well. DeeDee
made his way away from him and into his little bed in the corner of my room. I
was chained up to the wall but that didn’t impede me from doing things in my
room, but It did impede me from leaving the room…JoJo wants to keep me safe, so
I understand and accept it…
Notebook,_Notebook
I guess I can put a tally in my notebook.
“There it is, this is tally 1,899, wow…that’s not that long, right? Maybe I
should do the math, it doesn’t seem that long…”
“Ty”
“Yes?” I asked as JoJo’s voice boomed through the door slightly, as he cracked
it open.
“Why are you awake?”
“I had a nightmare…” I said not really knowing if the dream was just a weird
dream or just a nightmare…
“Aw BabyBoy, want to talk to me about it?” he asked sweetly walking through the
door.
“Yes, of course…” I said as I scooted over in bed and smiled shyly. I could
feel him going to baby me and give me more attention than usual and that always
makes me happier. He sat down in bed with me, I feel bad that I bleed on the
bed a few days ago because of Joshua, but JoJo would clean that up soon, don’t
get me wrong, I tried to clean it but I don’t really have much cleaning
products in my room…
“What was the big bad nightmare my TyTyBaby, had? How could I make it better?”
he said wrapping his arms around me, I instinctively rested my head on his
chest and felt his breath on me and I heard his heart, his strong thumps but
still a little thud underneath it, I could still hear it…maybe he has two
hearts? He began rocking me back and forth slightly and I took that as an
indication to start talking about what I had awoken from
“It wasn’t really a nightmare, I was just looking up at…stuff…”
“Aw, what type of stuff Babyboy? You want to tell me?”
“Of course…it was like…like…nature…a forest…”
“A forest?” he asked. JoJo’s heart did something strange, his breath changed
and his arms tightened around me a little more, not in an uncomfortable way
though, but it was a bit strange
“Yeah…like…branches and leaves of trees”
He didn’t say anything, he kind of stopped rocking me and sat in my bed, kind
of like a statue with me in his arms. I moved my head upwards at him and I saw
his eyes were, vacant. A bit glazed over, maybe even stunned I might go as far
to say. I continued to stare up at him and he eventually shook his head a bit
and blinked.
“Was that the nightmare Babyboy? That doesn’t sound too bad” he tried to smile
at me, though there was a hint of worry behind his smile, I could tell.
“yeah that I was it” I tried to hide my smile from him, my bottom teeth still
are ugly, still very much so hideous…
“I need to get you braces Tyler, I don’t know when your teeth got so bad” I
heard my mom’s voice ringing in my ears, my memory was a bit shot, I must
admit…I mean…these past few days I have had this voice in my head telling me to
remember things but I remember only bits and pieces…
The_beatings,_do_you_remember_those?
The_what?
You_know…
No…I_don’t…

“Your teeth look like crap” I heard my little brother tell me, he wasn’t that
much younger than me, but my mom was seemingly favoring him, between he and I.
He did all the things she would expect me to do, I mean my mother did take
pride in my ability to cook, clean, sew and other things…but she seemingly
wanted me to be able to do “manly” things. I couldn’t fix things, I mean I
could…but it took me a lot of time because I wanted to know and was more
technical…Zack was more trial and error, he didn’t care if he got hurt…he just
went and did things and finished them a lot faster. He was more hands on with
fixing things and I was more hands on with…girly things, I guess? I liked
computers too, I was actually pretty good too…to be completely honest, I did
some illegal things with computers but, I never used it for bad. I was always
helping people. I was kind of like techno weenie robin hood…I borrowed money
from the upper class students and their parents from my school and gave them to
the lower class students and their families. Cracking and hacking bank accounts
was always easy and fun, and very fulfilling for me and the people who actually
needed the money. After Zack’s comment, I sighed gently to myself and told him
that wasn’t very kind of him to say to me.
“Oh well, they look like crap…what do you want me to do about them?”
“To not mess with me about them any more…” I mumbled as I pulled out my
notebook and wrote something in there, I don’t remember what I was writing, I
can’t even see what I was writing in my memory…what was it?

Notebook,_Notebook

“Tyler…” My mom came into the room
“Yes mom?” I asked, I wasn’t really sure what I had done this time, or if I was
going to be praised for something I did, said, or made…which was it?
“Uh…could you leave the room?” she asked my brother, he didn’t give a fight…he
more or less shrugged his shoulders and left. My mom had my book bag in her
hands, and I’m not sure why…unless…
“Tyler, why do you have girl clothes in your book bag?”
“Uh, they are Jacelynn’s, she asked me to resize and lengthen her skirt half an
inch, then to resize her blouse, she lost some weight and got a bit taller…” I
have no idea why she would think they were mine…I mean…
“I say you are lying, Tyler”
“No, why would I wear girl clothing?”
“…Well, either way…you are going to wear these things tomorrow”
“But why?!”
“So you can know it’s disgusting for a boy to wear girl clothes, so you can
know exactly how shameful it is for a boy to wear clothing like these, so you
can know that it’s in your best interest to not wear girl clothes”
“But…they are for Jacelynn…”
“Either way, you need to learn how it feels to be shameful so you won’t be
shameful”

That…That_wasn’t_a_beating…
Dig_a_little_deeper…you_will_see…

“See Tyler, didn’t you feel so pretty?” my mother mocked me. I pretty much
walked around all of Columbus in a jean skirt that left me so uncomfortably
exposed that I refused to sit the whole day, and a shirt with a pretty low cut
neckline, to be honest it was a nice shirt. it’s just it was really tight and
maybe I could do without the rainbow pinstripe pattern but aside from that, I
really seemed to like this outfit. Though the stares, scoffs, glares, and just
utter looks of disgust, I could also do without…
“Can I go upstairs mom?” I was really over today, I just wanted to go into my
room and hide, I mean…at least there no one could be mean to me, right?
“Sure” my mom said nonchalantly, she seems to feel like I learned this “lesson”
well.

Nothing…
Dig,_dig_deeper,_just_dig

I turned on the radio and a song with a really good beat came on just as I was
going to take off my clothes, I mean…Jacelynn’s clothes…
I really was digging the song, even from the first beat, I cranked up the
volume as high as I knew wouldn’t get in trouble for. Zack was a friend’s
house, Maddie was at a sleep over and Jay was at my grandmother’s house…

Oh!_Talk_about_your_dad…where_is_he?
What?
Where_is_he?
I-I…I_don’t_know
Oh_yes_you_do,_where_is_he,_Tyler?_Tyler?_….Tyler?
…what…?






It was never talked about, but my parents argued a lot but of course to keep up
the façade of a happy home and a good life, they never let it show. Our closest
family friends knew and I could only imagine they would blab to their friends
and everyone else knew, but they just never mentioned it to our family in our
faces. It was more like arguments in the sanctity of the four walls that
enclosed them in their bedroom. Those walls were holding secrets that kept them
separated and alone from each other despite their physical proximity. I’m not
sure what those secrets were, I just heard muffles. I muffled my ears, I might
have been really young, but I knew that anger was never a good thing and that
my parents weren’t in a good space because they were angry. They would pretend
every day to love each other and care for the outside world and for me, my
brothers and sister but, once in that bedroom, they couldn’t stand each other.

“Dad?”
“Hey little guy…what are you doing up so early?”
“I wanted to make you and mom breakfast…it wouldn’t be much but cereal but it
was made with love…”
“Aw, that’s sweet Tyler…listen uh…daddy is going out…to buy something for his
car”
“but it’s really early, poppa…”
“Yeah, so you should get back to bed”
“But I want to make breakfast for you and momma…”
“hey…little guy…” my dad sighed, he seemed to be full of remorse. “Listen
Tyler, poppa has to go…he’ll be back soon, okay? you are the man of the house
till I come back, okay? you are little, but you are very strong. You are
gifted, you are talented, I can see you are a great man already, all you have
to do is grow up, and everything will fall into place…you know?”
“uh…I think so”
“Yeah…so soon, I’ll be back, okay? I wish you, your brothers and your sister
well…”
“What about momma?”
“I…I wish her well too, I’ll come back soon, okay? now just go back to your
room and pretend you are sleeping…also pretend you didn’t see me, okay? that
you didn’t know I left…is that okay with you little guy?”
“Yeah…that’s fine”
“Okay…” he spoke just as he was going to leave through the door, I charged at
him and gave him a tight hug. I think even at 9 years old, I knew he was never
going to come back. My father wasn’t very unified with my mother, she was…hard
to live with, it kind of was like her way or no way. I think she resented the
fact that my father left her…the way he did it was in a way that was…painful I
could imagine, but it was the best for him… a few years later I figured out he
left her an index card that said “Where it all began, where it all shall end”,
it was a phrase my mom would say mockingly to herself every time something went
wrong. My mom never spoke of the index card but she had a hatred of them after
my dad left so, I could only assume. But I think my mom didn’t really consider
the message on that index card…I have one picture of my parent’s on their
wedding day in a frame and it was only because I stole it away from the pile my
mom was burning in anger. It was small but…it broke, I was holding it in my
hands one day, after a really hard day. I missed my dad, he made me think, in
his own way that everything would be okay eventually…but after he left, things
got really…different with my mom. I think it’s because I look similar to my
dad…
Anyways, I held the frame too hard and the glass broke, I thought it was my
fault and…I couldn’t handle it, I began weeping. The only picture of a unified
parental dynamic, had broken, like I had broken a few years beforehand but I
refused to believe it. Then popped out the picture and then a folded up paper.
The paper was never there, not that I believe…I unraveled the paper and the
letter was numbered. 21 out of 36, my parents had 36 pictures of their wedding
day around the house, not the same picture obviously. The picture in the frame
I broke, it was their first kiss as a married couple, I believe…

The words on the paper were “Where it all began, it all shall end. We got
married by the court and we are now divorced by the court, I’m sorry…I couldn’t
live with you…I couldn’t live with a person I stopped loving when I started
seeing their true colors come out. I fell in love with a woman who cared and
loved everyone, now all I see is a woman with anger and hate in her heart…and I
can’t deal with that…but I still wish you all the best in life, I just couldn’t
deal with it…I know you aren’t the best of human beings but I could only hope
you aren’t a horrible mother, Protect Tyler…he is our oldest son and he is the
spitting image of me…you may hate me, but don’t hate our children…they are a
part of you, they didn’t ask to be in this world, don’t make their life has
horrible as you made mine. I have the choice to leave which I have taken, they
don’t have that option…don’t hurt them, they don’t deserve your hate and anger,
let me take all that, just give them love, compassion and the motherly love I
hope you have in the black hollow cold wretched heart you have, which you
deceived me to think it was the opposite.
Anyways…
The apple falls far from the tree, your rotten and so beautiful, I'd like to
keep you here with me, and tell you that your beautiful, You take the pills to
fall asleep, and dream that you’re invisible, Tormented dreams, you stay awake,
eventually you will be able to recall when you were capable...You’re empty and
so beautiful, I'll keep you here with me…

It's a pretty song, it has a ring to it, doesn’t it? Sorry I have to give you
back mine” then his signature followed…

Ah,_that’s_where_Poppa_Joseph_went…
Yeah…
Oh_well,_what_happened?
What_do_you_mean…?
***** Pride *****
Chapter Summary
     "No matter how painful the kisses are, I still tremble with joy
     I'm happy I met you
     Please help my heart heal" ~ Tyler Joseph
     Key to this Chapter:
     Bold and Underlined ~ Antagonizing/ Guiding voice
     Italic and Underlined ~ Tyler's inner dialogue with the voice
     Italic ~ Things that have been said before by one of Tyler's Inner
     voices
     Bold ~ Things that have said in past chapters either by Tyler, Josh,
     or is one of Tyler's inner thoughts
     The majority of this chapter is told in flashbacks/memories or
     Tyler's inner thoughts/dialogue.
Chapter Notes
     Hello again frens! here is your 2nd part! Okay so this is a strong
     chapter because of violence so please be very careful when reading
     this and really understand the trigger warnings of violence here! I
     don't think there is really anything else to tell you guys other than
     to Enjoy! and as always
     Take Care and Stay Safe, Frens! <3
     I pick the title Pride because one of my favorite character in the
     teen drama Dregrassi, his name was Marco and he had episodes
     dedicated to him solely and his episodes were entitled Pride (Marco
     was the first gay character in that drama and in those episodes his
     sexuality and his coming to terms with his sexuality was explored and
     showed both acceptance and intolerance for the LGBTQ community). 2nd
     reason is because it's such a strong and powerful word that just...is
     amazing to me so, yes...this is the Pride Chapter <3
“Okay maybe a little louder wouldn’t hurt” I said as I cranked the song two or
three notches louder
I shimmied and shook my hips to the song, it was so energetic and it made me
feel really good about myself and a bit better about my day. I let my hips move
freely and my arms and hands followed, it would be a total lie if I said I
didn’t throw in a few booty pops and I winded and grinded on the air, I stomped
to the drum machine and clapped, I was in complete and utter euphoria, and I
rubbed my chest and hips and ribs, I felt…sexy? Yeah, sexy…though I kind of
wish I took off Jacelynn’s clothes before I started partying by myself in my
room, with this song. It’s actually not too bad to dance around dressed like
this, I feel pretty damn good, I must admit. As I danced around, I closed my
eyes and felt every beat, every elevation, every crash, every scream…it all
entered me and shook me deeply and violently but it was very welcomed. The
eventual whispers in the song brought me chills that made me feel and be a
little lighter on my feet but when the growling vocals came back in, I was back
to stomping and swiveling myself seductively in my room. In a strange way I
felt…free with this song, I felt attractive and damn near like I would actually
do a pretty decent job at seducing someone at this moment but…still I’m in
Jacelynn’s clothes, I should take them off before I sweat in them too much…I
think she wouldn’t appreciate smelly clothes with nasty sweat stains in them,
but this song is so good, just got to let this song finish, it’s amazing, it’s
perfect, I need this moment for myself to be free to be…
“TYLER!” My mom stormed in screaming, oh boy…this can’t end up good…
“Mom…” I said softly to myself in almost a whimper, she didn’t seem too pleased
that I was dancing to music so provocatively and…she couldn’t be too pleased
that I was still in my friend’s clothing. My mother stampeded her way to the
radio and slammed her fists on it, breaking it my best guess.
“Tyler! Have you lost your mind?! I told you to take those clothes off! Why are
you dancing like a stripper in here?! Have you lost your mind?! what were you
doing?!” the barrage of questions came storming towards me and I didn’t really
have any answers.
“Answer me Tyler!”
“I’m sorry Mom, it’s just as I was going to take the clothes off the song came
on and I wanted to dance around to it…” I’m not very sure she would accept this
answer but it was worth a try.
“Tyler! I told you to put those clothes on to make you understand that little
boys and growing men should be ashamed of being presented in that way and you
are parading yourself around like a proper heathens whore in your room! It’s
absolutely disgusting!”
“I’m sorry mom, but its really not that bad, I’m here alone…”
“You are never alone! God is watching everything you do and his is ashamed of
you right now! Are you happy that you have made God, ashamed Tyler?”
I didn’t know how to respond, it’s not like I meant to embarrass God.
“Answer me, Tyler!”
“No, it wasn’t my intention to upset God, mom…”
she sighed angrily and she began to make her way away from me, but I still felt
the need to try and defend myself
“But God is loving and accepting, so they wouldn’t have a problem with this
slip up, right mom?” after this statement she glared at me. God knows that it
wasn’t my intention to offend them and God knows that I don’t like dressing up
as a girl, so it’s not that bad, right? My mom left without saying a word after
that glare. She left me in my room, and I just sat down in my bed, how was I
going to explain to Zack that our mother broke our radio because of something I
accidently did? I heard my mom running a bath, did I stress her out? I
seriously didn’t mean to cause her any damage; it wasn’t my intention at all! I
really didn’t want to hurt anyone, it’s just I wanted to be happy, just for a
moment…
to be completely honest, it didn’t cross my mind to take off the clothes…I know
I should have but it’s just…in these clothes, I experienced happiness and I
didn’t want it to leave me, so I just sat in bed and waited until my mom was
done with her bath, then I really knew I should take my clothes off, well
Jacelynn’s clothes, off. My mom busted through the door again, she was yelling
at me but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. To be completely honest, her
coming through the door like that seem kind of like a flash grenade to me. Very
loud, so I couldn’t hear what she was screaming at me, the memory of what
happened is also very hazy as well, I don’t remember specifics, just more or
less the feelings and the sensations. Blurred vision, muffled or muted sound,
but she was pulling me by my arms and dragging me into the bathroom. she
stripped me of Jacelynn’s clothes and my underwear and tossed me into the
scolding hot bath, she was screaming at me, I couldn’t decipher what she was
saying…I don’t remember, I just know I was screaming, I was crying, I was in
pain, I was in…shock. My body had gone into shock and I began floating above
myself, I saw myself struggle in the bathtub, I was screaming in agony because
the water was that hot and I could see even more fiery tears streaming from my
eyes. I kept trying to get out but she kept me in there, she wouldn’t let me
get out and she kept the hot water running in the bathtub, not caring if it was
over flowing from the tub, I guess she wanted to teach me a lesson. There had
to be something in my head to have kept me from blacking out completely…I guess
it was the thought that eventually…it would be all over…
Wow!_That’s_a_pretty_good_thing_to_remember_Tyler!
…I_don’t_think_it_is…I-I…I_can’t…I_need_to_stop,_I_don’t_want_to_keep_thinking
about_this…
Ah_but_we_still_having_gotten_to_the_beatings,_that’s_the_good_part
It’s_not!_Stop_it!_I_was_never_beaten!
Are_you_sure_about_that?_Rob_&_Ty?
Stop_it!
Rob_&_Ty,_Will_&_Jo?
LEAVE_ME_ALONE!
On_the_Rob_&_Jo?
…stop….
“You are the absolute cutest, Ty” JoJo spoke very effortlessly, he smiled at me
and his teeth caught the reflection of his computer screen just right…I could
hear my heart sing, melt, and mend…all at the same time. I blushed as his
comment, it always made me happy that he thought I was cute. Though honestly
speaking, I would much rather him to think of me as sexy and hot, but since he
likes cute and adorable, I guess I can deal with that too.
“Anyways, what were you telling me earlier? Something about your mom and
brother getting together to talk about something?” he asked me.
“Yeah, I’m not quite sure what it was about but at least it has given me the
rare opportunity to talk to you here in an open house alone” I smiled shyly.
Then I remembered my bottom teeth, and stopped smiling
“Aw TyTy, you are so fucking adorable, and hey, I love your smile…never stop
smiling, okay? Not even…”
“Not Even?”
“Uh…Tyler, do you think it’s honestly a good idea for us to be together?”
“Yes, why? You don’t?” I asked, my heart started to crack, no…he can’t be
breaking up with me…can he?
“It’s not that Ty…it’s just…I know myself and I know how I am and I don’t want
to put you through all the things I put other people through, ya know?”
“No…please….look! look!” I said as I felt tears weld up in my eyes, but I hoped
up out of my bed and turned on the lights in my room. I turned on the radio and
a song came on.

 It was a dark gothic song I had heard before but I knew it would pick up after
a bit. I began to dance in my bedroom, pretending as if I was actually working
a stripper pole. I have to try and keep him, this isn’t who I am but I have to
try and keep him, I love him, I can’t lose him, he makes me happy and feel
good, he can’t leave me…I need him…
“Don’t you want me, Daddy? Don’t you love it when your Babyboy acts like your
little cum slut on camera for you? Don’t you still want me, Daddy?”
“Ty…come on, it has nothing to do with that…it has to do with…”
“You love me though, you never even got to touch me like you always said you
wanted to. You know you love me. You want to toss me on a bed with my hands
handcuffed behind my back while you fuck my tight little ass, you know you want
that” I tried to say seductively but I have no idea if it was working, this
isn’t who I am but I have to try something so he doesn’t leave me. If I have to
pretend to be something or someone I’m not for him, I would do it without a
second thought. I shimmied, shook, sashayed and twirled myself as much as I
could, as much as I thought I need to but then I pushed myself to be more
sexual and aggressive than I thought I ever could be.
“Ty…”
“You want me! Say you want me!” I said slightly with a smirk on my face before
I turned around to shake my booty in front of the camera, in all honesty…I was
trying to hide my face, I wanted to cry, I was going to cry. Why did the only
source of happiness I had, want to leave me?
Don’t get attached…love is always ripped away by the seams…
“Ty…”
“Please say you want me…please…” I stopped the act after I uttered this phrase.
I was broken, why was he doing this to me? Why was he hurting me like this…why?
I began to cry, weep I would go as far to say even. I made my way to the radio
to turn it off and I sat in front of my laptop, broken, down and out,
defeated…why didn’t he love me?”
“Ty…I love you okay, I find you so attractive, your being in general is so
beautiful…I would even go as far as to call you an angel…but I know I’m not an
angel…that’s why I want you to find another angel…because angels and demons
mixing together is never a good thing…”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not lying to you, Ty…I want to protect you…I want to love you but I need
to protect you above all else…”
“How are you going to protect me if we aren’t together?”
“Ty…”
 I heard the front door open and car keys fall into the end table near the
front door.
“Oh lord, my mom and brother are back home, let me take you and my camera off
of video. Mute yourself okay? they don’t need to hear your presence”
“Okay Babyboy, clean your face up for me too, I doubt they would like to see
you were crying…”
“yeah...” I did the actions to take him off of my screen and hopefully he did
mute himself, I’m not sure how my mom and Zack would react to me talking to
someone a little older than me on webcam.
I can’t tell you exactly what was happening, I could feel Zack searching for
me, even though he was 13, he had heavier steps than I did. He was a bit bigger
than me, well…I have always been really small. I’ve always been the small,
lanky, weak kid. Zack was bigger than me in muscle mass and I looked like his
little brother, even though I am older than him. He played sports and I tried
and was decent but I would much rather sit behind a computer screen or cook or
clean, something more domestic in that aspect. It’s not that I couldn’t do the
things he did, it’s just I didn’t want to…but I did them to try and please my
mother…
“BOOM” Zack was slamming doors and his steps were clapping like thunder as
well. He sounds angry, what did I do? Where is my mom? Does she know he is
angry? I’m not sure what came over me at that moment but the thought of locking
the door crossed my mind, I felt fear. It wasn’t like a nervous fear, it was a
crippling almost paralyzing fear I felt, it was the fear you feel when you know
the only thing that could transpire was utter carnage. Zack wouldn’t hurt me,
right? I felt the fear take a hold of me and grip my chest tight and my heart
began beating faster, trying to loosen the tightness I felt around me. I felt
it, pure fear, as if something horrible was coming my way.
“BOOM” I heard more doors slam and quake with a rumble. I-I…I have to lock the
door, this isn’t going to be good. I began to quietly race on my tip toes
towards the door to lock it, but Zack threw it open right before I could touch
the door knob. He hit my hand and my knee with the door when he threw it open.
Zack looked bothered, as if he was crying and honestly upset…what’s wrong with
my little brother?
“Zackie, what’s wrong?” I asked as I approached him, he was huffing and
puffing, he was honestly bothered or hurt. Then he said something that bothered
me deeply and I knew was the work of my mother.
“Don’t touch me, Fag!”
“Zackie! What’s wrong? Why are you saying that to me?!”
“Mommy told me you like boys and the bible speaks about it as something bad!”
“Zackie! We are supposed to love the sinner and not their sin! Listen to me!”
“I’m sorry Tyler” he spoke with a hefty painful sigh, before his balled up
right fist hit the left side of my face, I was stunned…hurt of course, Zack
hits like a grown man but...but our mother instructed him to hit me…not just
that, to beat my ass. I dropped to the ground of the bedroom and he swiftly
pounced on me and he pulverized my face to an oblivion. Left, right, left,
right. I felt his fists crush into my face repeatedly. I didn’t just feel
bruises, I felt ruptures beginning to happen, especially my eyes. It tried my
best to fight him off, but I’m smaller than him, he overpowered me easily. As
much as I tried to defend myself by trying to push him off of me, it didn’t
work. I didn’t try to hit him back because he was my brother, he was young he
was only doing what my mother instructed him to do. He wasn’t trying to hurt
me, he was just trying to obey my mom…
After what seemed like hours but could have only been minutes, he got off of
me. His hands bloody and a few splatters on his face, from what I could see. I
was a bit blinded by my own blood, I couldn’t see very well. He staggered to
his feet and he was drained, I could feel his soul leaving him, at that moment.
“I-I…I’m-I’m sorry…I’m so sorry big bro…I really am…” he spoke in a crackly
voice, almost as if he was overwhelmed. I heard his steps as he staggered away
from me, my best bet looking at my bloody and battered face and body. They were
heavy, so very heavy. He didn’t want to do this…he really didn’t. Now and even
then, I understood that. He left the room and I was left to lie there. My
mother didn’t attempt to even check up on me. Maybe she knew Zack would do his
best to beat the gay out of me and not to death. I lied there…for about 40
minutes I would say, I wondered what I did to deserve this…oh yeah, being in
love a guy and looking like my father…
then I heard it…I heard JoJo.
“TyTy…” he spoke. Fuck, I forgot to mute my microphone. I scattered my way to
my laptop. I didn’t know if to show him my face…I didn’t even know what it
looked like, I just knew how it felt.
“TyTy…can I see you?” he asked, his voice was full of unease, but if he was
going to leave me…I guess he deserved to know what I ended up looking like,
because of my love for him. I switched my camera on and I was disgusted with
what I saw. My hair was disheveled, my face under all the blood was red and
already deepening to the purple-ish hue, my lip was busted and swelling up, my
eyes were bruising up…I looked like I had been through hell. I don’t what came
over me…I left out a sigh where blood I had swallowed, splattered a bit onto my
laptop, and I began to cry. I couldn’t take it…this isn’t the life I want…I
wouldn’t wish this life on my worst enemy…
No, that’s not the life you wanted, that’s not the life you wanted…JoJo, JoJo,
JoJo…Joshua?
After a moment of crying and letting my tears clean my eyes and cheeks a bit, I
looked up at my screen, JoJo wasn’t there, I had to do the key commands to see
him. I did them and he came back onto my screen. I saw him, he looked genuinely
hurt and worried. He looked disgusted, but not seemingly at me though. I looked
at him and he looked at me. It was a few moments of silence we shared. I felt
like he finally understood why he made me happy, he didn’t have to say anything
in my worst moments, to make me feel loved, cared for, and at peace. Before I
could even work up the courage to break the silence he simply said “I love you,
Babyboy”
“What…what do you mean? I thought you wanted to protect me by letting go…”
“…one day you won’t be hurting like that anymore. You’re my Babyboy…I refuse to
let you go and let you hurt like that…I don’t want you to hurt anymore. You are
mine, I’m going to protect you. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you
again, I promise” he said looking into my bloody face through the computer
screen.
…you are my world, you are mine and only mine, you are the most important
person in my life and you are my most valued and prized relationship, you are
my one and only…You are my BabyBoy
Joshua is hurting me, Joshua is killing me

I love you, TyTy…always remember that

You said you wouldn’t leave me and that you love me…you said you would protect
me…protect me…please…

That our love was beautiful and pure…it was nothing to feel guilty about,
because we were in love and God is all about love…

AGHH!! Help! Ahh! Help…

No baby, keep smiling, I love it when you are happy, it turns me on more than
any amount of dirty talk ever could
Ah!_There_it_is…you_remembered_something
…yeah…

“Hey, TyTy… Hey…My Babyboy, my TyTyBaby…” I heard JoJo’s voice fade into my
ears, I snapped out of my haze and gave out a little crackly word…
“Yes?”
***** Intuition *****
Chapter Summary
     *Prologue Part 10*
     Key:
     Bold ~ Detective Silver
     Italic ~ Detective Reznor
Chapter Notes
     Hey, Frens! I know it's been like two months since I've shown myself
     around here but I've had some personal changes and my mental health
     has been on a rollercoaster as well and because this is such an
     intense fic I have to be in my right mind to continue it, so I am
     back!! As you can see this is not a chapter but a Prologue Part which
     I used to call Extras. To refresh you guys these are parts from
     before the fic and addition to the fic. they give insight to the fic
     because in the actual fic there is only Tyler and Josh. that is it,
     so to give more perspective and depth for you guys these Prologue
     Parts or Extras (whichever you prefer to call them) come up between
     chapters and are a bridge of some sorts between chapters, and they
     include characters that are important for the progression of the
     prologue but not the fic, but the ideas and situations add to the
     fic, if you guys understand? (it's 12am, I'm sorry if i don't make
     sense). Think of the Prologue Parts as their own story in conjunction
     to the fic.
     Also! I'm going to see if I can add the edits I made for my fic on
     here! because I made edits for it on Instagram and I think you guys
     might like them (even though they kind of suck)
     I will try to add them either at the end of this or the beginning
     and/or end of the next official chapter (I have to upload my edits
     somewhere to them put them here so it might be on the next official
     chapter)
     This does have references to suicide, bullying, homophobia, etc and
     is a bit emotionally heavy for a Prologue Part so warning for that <3
     Anyways I hope you all are having a wonderful time in whichever part
     of the world you may be in and I hope you all Stay Strong and Take
     Care as always <3 <3 <3
“Reznor”
“Listen, Silver, I’ve been reviewing Tyler Joseph’s phone, the little bit of
eyewitness accounts we have, everything we had, I have quadruple checked not
just today but for a few days straight…this kid has vanished into thin air”
“Well Reznor, I was actually going to suggest you take a break but since you
are very much in this case, maybe you are looking too hard at a possible death
and vanishing, and not the possibility of him still being alive and the truth
of his life through photos”
“You are telling me to look through his family photos and other photos saved to
the device?”
“worth a shot? His mom is evidently homophobic and this kid was hiding
something and that something we don’t know. We don’t have anything so we must
start somewhere. Let’s start from the inside out, that sound okay?”
“Sure…”
“Reznor…”
“…Silver…this kid wasn’t happy, someone or a group of people were messing with
him…like he is smiling…but he isn’t there…his eyes are vacant. He is so
unhappy…”
“I think his family was, his friends maybe too. You think those church kids in
those pictures like him?”
“Not at all, so what are you suggesting?”
“We investigate the family, the friends, the church, the school, places he
often visited, see what’s going on…hey did anyone ever come back with the
reports of Chris and Kairi? His friends? We were supposed to get statements
from them”
“Yeah, basically they assumed the same as Brandon, he would go missing sooner
or later…though Kairi whom Tyler’s mother said was potentially his girlfriend
though I highly doubt because Kairi was very proudly holding hands with her
girlfriend, suggested the idea of Tyler running away. Kairi said Tyler’s mother
was very angry with Tyler since his parent’s marriage fell apart, mainly
because Tyler looks like his father”
“Where is Tyler’s father? Could Tyler have run away with his father, if he did
run away?”
“Detective Skylar was way ahead of you and looked for his father, Tyler’s
father left the US almost two years ago, gave up his US citizenship and now
lives in Beirut”
“Lebanon? Why there?”
“Tyler’s paternal side is Lebanese”
“Oh, okay, now I understand. Even then, can’t Tyler do the same?”
“Not exactly, to legally give up citizenship you have to be over 18”
“who are we shitting, we have a 16-year-old computer genius. Why wouldn’t he be
able to hack a computer, fake his age and give up his citizenship to live with
his father in Beirut?”
“Good point, although Skylar was also ahead of you there and she checked…Tyler
is still a US citizen and has not been a plane or a boat within the past few
weeks so he is still in the US if not still in Ohio...So all I know is we
should question and get official statements from family, friends, church
members, classmates, everyone we can think of and see what we can pull together
and maybe just make his case a runaway case for the time being. I mean, The
Fairmount Park Killer killed kids, he didn’t kidnap them for days or weeks ya
know? This kid probably just got tired of the bullshit and just ran away. The
need of the few does not outweigh the need of the many, Silver”
“What book did you get that last bit from, Reznor? Who is the few?”
“The few are Brandon, Chris, and Kairi, Silver. And I didn’t get that from a
book…I got that from a kid, not much older than Tyler. His name was Adam, his
was gay, his family was homophobic, everyone beat on him, hated him, made fun
of him, he was put through hell. He had one friend, his best friend that he
loved more than the moon, the stars, and the world put together, his best
friend was named Anthony I think. Adam understood that the need of Anthony
having him in his life didn’t outweigh the pain that he felt every day being
bullied and ridiculed, even by his own family, the people who were supposed to
love and protect him regardless of who he was and became. Silver…That line is a
line that will haunt me forever because it was the last line of his suicide
note. I will never forget that line because Adam felt his death would make
things better like things would rest in the world. People would be shocked into
realizing that people are hurting around them, that his death would make people
think twice about making fun of someone or being rude. Adam in a way was a
martyr but…he shouldn’t have been. He shouldn’t have had to take his own life
so people could stop and think about their actions and words towards others”
“…The world we live in is scary Reznor, kids are meaner than ever and I don’t
know why. I don’t think anyone knows why…Reznor…I know, I know…”
“I don’t know why I got into this field…”
“Reznor, you are smart. You are great at your field. You are beautiful, inside
and out…but you are also very empathetic and you see these kids and you think,
these are my babies…I got to save them…but not everyone can be saved Reznor,
you have to remember that”
“You are right Silver, you are very right…Tyler is alive, I can feel it in my
momma bear heart”
“Woman’s intuition?”
“Yes, woman’s intuition…Tyler is alive, but I know he is scared and hurting…but
I know he is alive…I can feel it. I can feel it”
“Okay, now go home and get some rest. We need to get the statements from people
tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay Silver, and stop smiling…my momma bear heart feels things that your manly
heart cannot”
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