Tyler thought he was doing so good lately. Blurry wasn't very active and he sometimes forgot that he existed. Josh slept over a lot, which was fine by Tyler's mom because she knew his dad. He pretty much lived with them. It was only until Tyler would wake up with Josh gone would he remember that he lived next door. 

But today he was allowed to forget that fact, because today was Saturday. Which meant no school, and no home. Josh slept over on Friday and when Tyler woke up, he saw his brightly colored hair next to him. It was the perfect start to the perfect weekend. 

Well...it was...until Blurry decided he wasn't tired anymore, and Tyler was too unprepared do stop him from coming out. He suddenly felt the urge to just sleep for as long as he could. He blinked, but when he opened his eyes he was in the darkness.

Blurry stretched out his arms and looked next to him at the briefly acquainted young boy next to him. He didn't remember if he actually met him or not, he just knew that he knew his name. He didn't know exactly how he felt about this Josh character, but he grew fond of the fact that he was there to hate everybody decided to love, and love everybody he decided to hate. Excluding Zack,  he took his role very seriously as someone who was supposed to be the opposite as the quiet and nice, shy boy Tyler was. 

"Josh..." He faked his best Tyler voice and gently shoved the boy next to him. Josh mumbled in his sleep and pulled the covers over him. This made Blurry feel...strange. It wasn't anger or aggravation. He might've even found it a little...cute, as he heard Tyler's subconscious call it. Despite the setback, he still found it in himself to hate this boy on the spot. He slowly got up and stretched over Josh's body, taking the covers and tugging them off. "Wake up, you lazy fucking skittle head." He growled in his ear. Josh jumped awake, almost falling off of the bed. The look in his eye definitely showed utter shock and a little fright.

"What...?" he asked dazed, rubbing his face. His doe eyes stared at Blurry and it made his stomach turn in a way he didn't like. "Shut up," he spat out wanting him to disappear. They both looked at each other for a while until Blurry decided to sit on the floor facing the window. He folded his arms and stared at the wall, not out the window. Josh slid off of the bed and sat next to him.

"Babe, are you okay? You don't ever curse...and you definitely are never an ass when you wake up and see me...." He sounded both sincere and confused, which was one of Blurry's least favorite combinations. He just huffed and looked at him. He delayed his answer, taking the time analyzing him. "What does Bunny even see in you?" he grunted and looked away again, satisfied with his question. 

Josh tilted his head, his mouth agape. "Who's Bunny?" Blurry gave him a dirty look then chuckled, his voice low and raspy coming from the back of his throat. "How do you not know your own boyfriend's name, huh? Isn't that like Humaning 101? Friendship 101? Existing 101? I don't really know how you humans even fall in love with people who cant even retain a simple few character name. I mean, would it kill you to try a little harder to pay attention? If so, please try harder." He turned away again. Josh got closer, which made him uncomfortable so he snapped his teeth at him. "I swear to god, I will bite your fucking face off, you heathen!" He screamed. Josh flinched and backed away. He stared at him even more confused but stayed completely silent. 

"Oh, now you aren't gonna talk to me? What are you too good for me? Does he deserve your attention more than I do? What does he have that I don't, huh? We're practically he same person! I'm just the straighter version of him..." He teared up a little. He glared at Josh through his blurry vision. Josh just looked at him like he was insane. 

"Who...are you?" He finally asked in a hushed tone. He scooted farther away as he said it. The way he asked made Blurry's skin crawl. "Who am I?" he repeated. "I am fucking Blurryface, bitch. How do you not know who I am?" He started to get defensive. "Does he...does he not talk about me...?" He started getting insecure. Josh shook his head. "I'm afraid not...he never even told me he wasn't fully sane. I mean, I knew he took a lot of medication and that he used to go to therapy, but I didn't know something was actually...wrong  with him..." He admitted.

Tyler paced around his own head, listening to every word that was said by both Josh and Blurry. As soon as he heard Josh say what he said, he could feel a scream building up in his chest. He sat down in the dark nothingness and yelled so loud he could feel the echo. The worst part about being stuck inside of his own thoughts was that he didn't have any thoughts of his own anymore- because he was  a thought. He could just hear whatever was going on outside of his head. And to top it all off, he was blind. He felt his eyes opened, but he couldn't see anything. His mind was an infinite pit of emptiness. A bottomless pit of torture. And he didn't know how to get out. 

He sat there and rocked back and forth, finding no reason to open his eyes. He kept them squeezed shut until he couldn't possibly do it anymore, and he held it like that for what seemed like forever. He didn't want to listen to the outside, but it almost seemed like he had no choice. His mind was empty with him inside of it, and he couldn't drown out noise with emptiness. It was like he was incapable of thinking. It was like he was being forced to sit and be mindless in his own head to live every single moment in agony only being able to grip onto the feeling of wanting to be free. He couldn't think. He couldn't think of a way to get out because he couldn't hear his thoughts. He couldn't speak because he couldn't think of the words to say. He could easily forget how to breathe, which at this point didn't seem like such a bad thing to him. He lied back in the darkness and opened his eyes only to see the same amount of emptiness that he saw when his eyes were closed. He didn't understand. He didn't understand. Why was his mind so dark and so empty? Why could he only feel and not be able to describe what he was feeling? All he could do was sit there and drown in the overwhelming feeling of being underwhelmed. It was a mindless loophole. 

"How do you do it, Blurry..." he managed to whisper. He didn't know how he gained the ability to say it, but he couldn't think about it. All he could do was know for a fact that he wasn't going to be heard, because a whisper wasn't nearly as loud as the silence. 

Blurry flinched and squinted his eyes. "Shut up..." He muttered. Josh looked at him and tilted his head. "I didn't say anything..." Blurry just sighed and rolled his eyes. "Not you, Skittle. Just Bunny. He figured out how to talk." He said in an aggravated tone. 

"Oh, great...can you tell him that I love him?" Josh smiled a little. It was that feeling of cute again that rushed over Blurry making his cheeks flush. "He's listening, dumbass..." He mumbled. 

Tyler felt the echo of Josh's words. "I love you too..." He whispered back. It was common sense, right? If someone says they love you, it's only right to say you love them back. He couldn't tell the difference between real and fake anymore. Reality just seemed like a meaningless concept with no real explanation. Because anybody could bend reality. That's why stories are created. To distract the mind from reality and to make fantasy seem real. It is an illusion we write to each other to share our thoughts in a twisted cryptic code that is deciphered to have different meanings. He knew he was thinking this, but he couldn't hear it. He could only feel what he was saying. That was all he could do.

"He said he loves you too, Skittle." He said plainly, not looking Josh in the eye. Josh sighed and looked down. "Why the nickname 'Skittle'?" He asked in a tone that suggested that he knew why. Blurry blinked. "Well, because every time I get a good look at you, you have a different color of the rainbow stained into your hair..." He explained. "I didn't realize that was so unclear..."

Josh smiled a bit. "No, it was clear, I just wanted to hear how you'd explain it..." 

Tyler held his hand up, but he couldn't see it. It was just the feeling of knowing it was there, but not remembering how it looked. It was like he knew the basic stuff. He knew he had hands, he knew he had feet. He knew he had hair, and that it was brown. He didn't know what the color brown looked like, or what shade of brown it was. He just knew the name of the color. He knew he had teeth. He could feel them as he scraped his tongue across the front of his mouth. He knew he had eyes, but he didn't know how to use them. Because he knew he was supposed to see things, and to his understanding he wasn't seeing anything at all. He just heard. All his other senses were almost completely obliterated. He just wanted to scream until everybody was able to hear him like he did out the window. 

He curled his fingers into the palm of his hand. He knew he was making a fist. He then uncurled them and put two fingers up, feeling they resembled a gun. He curled them again. Gun...fist...gun...fist...he did it over and over again until he felt a meaning for what he was doing. He couldn't think of anything, and he was staring to lose all feeling besides hatred and neglect. He sat straight up and scanned the darkness. It was like when you play a virtual reality game, but instead of a nice scenery made of trees and buildings, you get space without the stars. He felt like he was floating. But he knew he wasn't because his feelings were too heavy to float. He blinked and exhaled. His breath echoed. 

"Shut up..." Blurry hissed at him. Tyler shook his head, forgetting how to speak. He forgot how to think, how to speak, how to feel. He didn't feel like he was existing. He felt like all he was doing was breathing. Nothing exists until it gets discovered. Nobody exists until you meet them, a song doesn't exist until you listen to it...Tyler wasn't existent. Maybe he used to exist, but not anymore. Not now. This wasn't existing, this was slowly going extinct. He was withering away. He was decaying into nothingness. If he died here, nobody would remember. Nobody would notice. Nobody would care. 
He was slowly going extinct. He was withering away. He was decaying into nothingness. If he died here, nobody would remember. Nobody would notice. Nobody would care. 
He was slowly going extinct. He was withering away. He was decaying into nothingness. If he died here nobody would remember. Nobody would notice. Nobody would even care. 

He was descending in his own mind, waiting for his own demise, and that was alright to him.