iridescent :: tyler joseph

twenty one

pirates.

rewritten because what the actual fuck was i doing with the first version i'm

Tyler's POV.

My eyes fluttered open slowly as a migraine washed over me, attacking every chance of a good morning I had.

Last night was pretty great- at least once we got home, so I was having trouble comprehending why such a sharp pain occurred.

I looked over to my right, seeing a sleep-dazed Bri curled up into my side. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful yet so unaware of it.

A wave of realization flooded my senses as I figured out that I hadn't took my night medicine that prevented me from becoming the one I'm not.

I fought a battle in my head, deciding whether or not to leave Bri's apartment to collect my medicine.

I decided against it, thinking that maybe I wouldn't transform. My life was a lot better now that I had her.

I'd be okay.

Everything would be okay.

So I laid my head down on the pillow, shutting my eyes once more to return to what was once a peaceful sleep, hoping that when I awoke I'd be me.

-

Bri's POV.

"Tyler, come on, get up." I groaned as I shook his sleepy body. His back was facing me, his grey T-shirt clad to his body. He stirred a little bit, still not facing me.

"No."

I giggled lightly, shaking him even harder, trying to wake him playfully.

To my surprise, his hands gripped mine violently, removing them from his shoulders.

My expression faded to something much more serious.

"Tyler?"

He turned his body over almost too fast to comprehend, his eyes now a bloodshot red. My breath hitches in my throat when I see him.

"He's gone."

And then I'm gone too.

I dashed down the hallway of my apartment, my adrenaline too extreme for me to comprehend my actions. I ran into the guest bedroom down the hall, slamming the door behind me.

The door had no lock, so I used all of my body strength to push up against it and make sure the doorknob didn't twist in the opposite direction I was straining against.

Just a few seconds later, I felt an extreme force on the other side of the wood and heard incomprehensible screaming. Tears streamed down my face as I resisted with all that I could.

"Tyler, please!" I cried, fearing for my life. Tyler would never do many any harm, so why would he come after me like this?

And then it clicked.

His medicine.

The thought that my sweet Tyler was practically possessed with something he was not made me fight harder. I didn't want to give up and let him harm me, even if it wasn't really him. I didn't want him to have to live with that guilt.

Out of all the emotions that ran through my mind as I pressed up against that damn door, pure terror was the most intense.

I wasn't scared of Tyler.

I was scared of what Tyler had become.

My arm locked for a second, causing extreme pain to shoot up my muscles. As I let the pain get the best of me, I lost focus on the door and it swung open, bringing me down with it.

I feel to the hard wood floor, my arm coming in contact first. I felt it go numb after a rush of pain flooded my senses.

I looked up at Tyler, my tears coming in rushed waves. His eyes were still red and the veins in his neck were bulging out, causing him to look furious.

"Why are you scared of me?" he yelled, causing me to flinch.

"I'm not!" I lied, wiping my eyes rapidly.

I tried doing everything opposite, in order to calm him down. If he was upset at my fear, I would conceal it as best as possible. I would put my terror behind me and try to face the menace behind the person I loved most.

"Then get up!"

I stood up hesitantly and slowly, pushing myself off of the hardwood floor. I ignored the pulsing pain that shot up my arm like pure heroine.

I stood up to him, our faces inches apart. I gave him my best intimidating stare and hoped deep inside that it would spark even the slightest sense back into his mind.

His body crashed into mine as I fell to the ground underneath him. I wrestled to break free of his grasp as the tears came back to me.

I felt helpless.

"Tyler!" I screamed, my throat aching from the scratchy words. His actions stilled and his face morphed.

He went from projecting a look of sheer anger to mortal terror.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

-

it's been a while what the hell

hopefully this chapter made up for it, it was really hard to write and capture completely

HEY BUT U SHOULD GO READ MY JOSHLER FIC CALLED ELEVATORS BC ITS RLLY COOL SO FAR AND I HAVE 3 CHAPTERS UP

thank u papis

love, -gabs 🏙