Tyler's POV

I was surrounded by darkness. I felt very vulnerable out here, wherever here even was. It was actually sort of cold. I shivered looking around. I tried squinting into the darkness trying to make out anything. Didn't really help much, just made everything more distorted.

"Josh?" I called into the blackness. My voice sounded very small and meek. I thought I saw some movement. "B-Blurry?" I managed to ask. The figure started to slowly advance towards me and with each step it took I felt more afraid. As it got closer my anxiety grew, I could almost make out its face....

"No!" I screamed myself awake. Still breathing hard I realized it had only been a dream. I made a face as I got up from my sweaty blankets. I made my way to the bathroom and washed my face to clear my head. I was in an apartment room, since I had moved out of my house. Josh and I were planning on getting a place together.

There was no way I was going to get anymore sleep tonight. It was already 6:30 in the morning anyway. Remembering to meet Josh at his house, I got ready to leave. As I opened the door, I took a good look at myself in the mirror hanging on the wall next to me. Half of my face was overcast in shadow and I quickly shut the door after myself.

I took the bus until I was close enough to walk the rest of the distance. I rapped on Josh's door and he opened it almost at once.

"7:30, not bad timing. How are you?" He asked me. Well pretty freaked honestly. And tired.

"Good." Was all I said.

"Well I hope you're hungry, because I went ahead and picked up some food." Josh told me still wearing a goofy grin.

"Alright what are you hiding?" I said knowingly. Josh led me to his room and he pulled out a box with familiar colors and a logo.

"Taco Bell!" I gasped in excitement. He knew I was totally crazy for their crunchy tacos. Little corn shells from above I tell you. Josh kept smiling.

"Yup! Taco box for you, and a burrito for me." He said pulling out a separate bag for himself. If he thought I could eat all of those tacos by myself, he was totally right! I practically sailed onto his bed rolling to the left side. I picked out a taco and with great precision, peeled the wrapper around so not to spill anything good.

My day was already looking up. We ate our food and began to assess the matter at hand with the song writing. I wanted it to be a good well known album. I preffered to write my own songs, Josh would help of course sometimes. "For this album, I wanted to make it a little personal and address some matters that I've faced before..." I began.

"You mean..." Josh sort of trailed off. We looked at each other and he seemed to get it.

"Yeah. I think it will be okay if we aren't afraid to be real." I kept going. I decided to share with him an idea I had been thinking of. "I have this one song idea, where I talk about how sometimes quiet can be violent. It's the one thing that weakens us and catches us off guard. It's the time when we're really faced with our thoughts, and how unsettling it can be when we think too much. When I think too much." I became embarrassed when I realized I had referred to myself in the last line.

"Too deep?" I asked sheepishly.

"I think that's perfect. It's a subject I'm sure alot of people can elaborate on. Alot of us need noise to function." Josh answered. I'm glad he didn't say anything about the last part. Both Josh and I knew how I could overthink things. I fell into this pit of questions and doubts and it was scary. One time I had this nervous breakdown because of it and it was pretty bad... it was around that time Blurry showed up.

"I'm glad you like it." I said. I felt something in my mind and knew that I wouldn't be alone in a few seconds. Sighing I got up. "I'll be back. Imma go the bathroom." I told Josh.

"Everytime! I swear it's those tacos." Josh laughed at me.

"Shut up." I smiled as I left. The smile quickly faded as I locked the bathroom door behind me. I looked into the mirror waiting. My reflection peered back at me with the red eyes of Blurryface.

"Do you think real is what's best?" He asked me.

"I mean, I don't want to be told how to sound. Real is what connects people." I told the mirror.

"It also destroys people. You're point is?" Blurry raised an eyebrow at me. "I can help you out... I know what the people want. Sometimes real is too much for people. No one wants to be reminded of their pitiful lives, they want to escape by hearing generic stuff." He explained.

"I defiantly don't want you interfering with our work." I scolded him. "Josh doesn't know about you yet. He can't okay?" Blurry pondered this for a moment.

"And why is that?" He asked me. When I didn't answer he smirked at me. "You don't want him to take me away from you. You know you secretly like my presence. I know what's best for you, and Josh would only think you're crazy and try to-" He made hand quotations, "'Help you.'"

"That's not it!" I raised my voice at him. Remembering Josh a couple rooms down, I lowered my voice. "He just wouldn't understand." Deep down I knew that Josh might understand, but I wouldn't let Blurryface know that. I had a feeling he was jealous of Josh a little. I was more open to him.

"I just want to try this out for our album. It's hard being a two man band, but I know we can make it if we do it right." I told the mirror reflecting Blurry back at me. He glared at me, then finally answered.

"Fine. I'll let you be real. See where it gets you. Consider this as a truce. I'll leave you alone to write, but eventually I want Josh to know about me... I mean, I am you. How do you think he'd feel knowing he didn't even know everything about his best friend?" Blurry told me making a pretend pouty face at the end.

I felt uncomfortable with this. But it would be nice to have a break from Blurry. I looked at him. "Okay. I accept that." I said. We both looked up when a knock sounded on the door.

"Ty you good?" It was Josh.

"Um-" I made a show of washing my hands loudly. "Yeah! The sink wouldn't work, but it's okay now!" I shouted through the door. I had to be more careful around Josh. These past couple of instances have been close. I looked back in the mirror to see my own familiar brown eyes staring back at me. They held my dark secret behind them.

"This is not who you're supposed to be." I whispered unconsciously.