Tyler thought it was almost ironic. It was backwards. He was buried before he was killed. It didn't matter, he rather spend his last breath whsipering Josh's name instead of touching that gun.
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Josh was on the run and go, taking every bus in sight in order to get halfway across town in time for their little meeting. When he arrived, he was standing in front of an abandonned warehouse, miles and miles away from where any bus dared to go. Josh swallowed hard, shivering not only with fear, but with doubt.
He walked inside, finding a chair with a person sitting with their back to him. Josh coughed, trying to get their attention while terrified at the same time. The figure turned around and Josh lost his ability to move or breath.
"Nixon?" He whsipered, horrified.
"I didn't have a choice. She had a gun on me, she forced me. You have to believe me, Josh. I'm sorry, I-I've said too much already."
Josh only repeated his previous question, if that croak of a word counted as such.
"Nixon?"
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Fanfictionjosh meets a boy in a white mask and falls in love. tyler falls in love with josh. but josh doesn't know who tyler even is. ~why did you come here? ~this is where I come to cry. [TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, self-harm, suicide, bullying and rape/non...
