𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈

T. Joseph - Why?

revolves around the blurry face era

written in first person point of view

warning: mentions of homicide

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Under the cold winter breeze of December, I hug myself as Josh escorts me towards the court house. Why was I here? Where is Tyler? I had so many questions running through my mind that I didn't notice we were already sitting inside of the trial hall. I look around, seeing familiar and not-so familiar faces sitting on the other sides of the room.

The room was. . . cold and full of tension. Why? I ask myself again. "How are you feeling?" Josh whispered, fixing my beanie. I looked at his eyes, brown and round, and smiled, "I'm feeling fine, Josh." I reply and he nodded, kissing my forehead. He seemed so. . . nervous. Why?

The door opens, making us whip our heads towards it. Tyler. I smile, but it soon fell down as I saw his arms and neck. Why was he handcuffed? Why were his arms and neck in a darker shade than the rest of his body? He passed by us, shooting me a look.

His eyes.

His eyes were. . . red.

Josh wraps his arms around us as Tyler smirks. No, this wasn't Tyler. This wasn't the goofy guy that I married two years ago, this wasn't the guy I wake up next to, and this wasn't the guy I plan my future with. This wasn't Tyler. . . That was a monster.

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"Will the suspect please take the stand," The judge announces and Tyler stands up, walking to the stand. "Mr. Joseph, you are here today being charged mass homicide and is your lawyer here?" "Yes, I'm his lawyer, Brendon Urie." Brendon calmly stated, nodding his head at the judge.

Homicide? When did Tyler do such a thing? As I thought about these questions, a pain shoots throughout my head. I hiss in pain and Josh catches me in his arms. "What's wrong?" "M-migraine." I managed to mumble out.

"Now, from what I see here, there is strong evidence supporting the mass murder. Mr. Joseph was caught on CCTV at exactly 3:08 am, on December 11, three days ago." The judge said, holding up a piece of paper.

"Yes." Tyler replied. My eyes widened as he looks directly at me, another wave of pain surfing throughout my head. His voice was dark and deep, not like Tyler's. "So you are admitting that you are behind the killings of Mr. Ryan Ross, Mr. Patrick Stump, and Mr. Frank Iero?" The judge said, raising an eyebrow.

Tyler smiled. Was. . . he smiling at me?

"Killing them. . . kept him at state," He started, smiling ever-so widely. "He told me to kill them. He told me to-," He slowly pointed his finger at me, the same sickening smile rising from his dry lips. "Kill her." Another pain jolted in my head.

"To kill your own wife, Mr. Joseph? Who told you?" The judge asked. Tyler laughed. His laugh was evil, "Blurry told me."

Blurry.

Blurry.

Blurry.

Blurry Face.

"He was there when I shot Dallon by the stomach, his blood smearing all over the carpet. He was as I cut down Ryan's neck, leaving a big wound on it. The blood-," He laughed, the black on his arms and neck slowly covering his whole body. "Was pleasing to look at." He finished.

"What about Mr. Iero?" "Blurry didn't want much blood to be wasted, so we burned him alive." Tyler replied. The judge shot Brendon a look, making the lawyer shake his head. "And where is Blurry now, Mr. Joseph?"

Tyler pointed at his head. "He's all in here."

"Guilty."

Tyler laughed as the police took him out. As soon as he was gone, so were the migraines. I look at Josh, terrified as I could ever be. "Where's my Tyler?" I ask, holding Josh by the shoulder. Josh frowns and hugs me tightly, "I'm sorry, Y/n."