Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover (Joshler)

A

Josh's P.O.V

So they finally caught them. They've been out for years. Walking freely on this earth. Killing innocent people just because. Not feeling any guilt for their actions. Someone like that doesn't deserve to be on this earth. Alive. They deserve to be caught and killed. Only then will they know how it feels. Then they wouldn't feel at all. They will be in a void of darkness. Just darkness. Because death is darkness.

But how? How did they walk freely, 'innocent' for so many years? They had to of been a suspect right? What are they? A good actor or a shadow? Blending into people in daylight. Something that people don't pay attention to. Sometimes forget. It explains how they got away for so many years.

Are we stupid? Numsculls? Or just blind. It's been nine years. We have them, but we don't have a motive. A reason as to why they killed so much people. Why they suddenly got sloppy after nine years. Did something happen? Or did they just not care anymore. It could be either.

Maybe they have a mental problem. Or maybe they're just a psychopath. Either is plausible. From having schizophrenia to just being plain crazy. All we know is that they're smart. Too smart.

Their name is Tyler Joseph and he might just be the most dangerous person the police force has come across.

I sigh as I finish writing a report. Why do they make me do these things? Anyone can look at words and copy them down. It's probably because I have neat handwriting. I take up Tyler's mugshot picture. He's very cute with his tan skin, brown puppy dog eyes and cute, innocent smile that could make anyone's heart melt. No stop. You have a girlfriend. I tell myself and just like that my girlfriend walked through the door. Her head of orange hair bouncing around her shoulders.

"Hey babe." She says as she sits on my lap.

"Hey." I say wrapping my arms around her waist. She takes up the picture of Tyler.

"Awe he's so cute. Like a baby." She coos. I chuckle as I put my face in her neck.

"Don't go leaving me for him now." I say into her neck. She giggles.

"I don't fall for babies." She reassures. I smile as I lightly kiss her neck. My girlfriend, Debby, just got a job here last week and it's been awesome. We no longer argue about not spending time with each other. I look around my office. White walls that hold nothing sentimental, one window that shows the view of a field that basically leads to nowhere, a couple of plants that came with the office that I couldn't be bothered to get rid of. Tiled floor with a dusty, grainy kind of pattern...very speckly. A mini fridge a few feet to the left of me that they so graciously let me keep and now my desk. Its just made out of wood and is very messy with the amount of papers I have on it. I'm not a very organized guy.

"I gotta go check my cell block." I tell Debby as I push the wheely, spin chair from out of the desk. She pouts but gets off of me. I get up and give her a little peck on the lips before leaving her in my office. Once I get to my block, I open the metal door and watch as all the prisoners move a distance from the bars. I smirk. These are dangerous criminals your dealing with. You have to make a reputation for yourself or you'll never be taken seriously.

"I'd step back if I were you." I hear one of the inmates say. I tap my baton along the metal bars as I walked along. All the inmates looking at me, trying to seem tough, but I can see the underlying fear in their eyes of what I might do to them if they stepped out of line. I walk until I get to cell 5. I look at Tyler and oh..my..god. He's cuter in person. Pictures don't do a justice for that.

"So this is the famous Tyler Joseph in person." I say keeping up my bad cop façade.

"The one and only." He says smirking and crosses his arms. His voice is kinda high pitched which makes him sound cute. Its like everything about him is cute...except his mind...that seems to be a mess. I look him up and down smirking at him. My smirk grows wider as a little blush appears on his tan skin.

"Its time for parole." I start turning away from Tyler. "Everyone except Joseph gets to go outside." I say loudly so everyone could hear me.

"What? Why don't I get to go outside?" Tyler asks as his voice gets higher and cracks a bit.

"Because, you're new here and you haven't even had your trial yet so I don't know if you're granted parole or not." I turn around and explain to him. He pouts up at me (let's pretend that josh is taller than Tyler cause we all know that's a good joke) with puppy dog eyes. I almost give in, but I shake my head 'no'. "Cute, but I'm not letting you outside." I deadpanned. Tyler grabs onto the bars.

"Whhhyyy? Just let me out. You can't keep me cooped up in this cell all alone." Tyler whines overdramatizing the situation. I sigh and run a hand through my bright red hair. I look Tyler right into his brown almost hazel eyes.

"I'm not letting you out." I say sternly. Tyler takes his hands from the bars and reaches through them towards me. I step back before he could grab me.

"Please officer...Dun please. I just want to go outside." Tyler whines. I take out my baton and smack one of his wrists with it. Not very hard tho. Tyler pulls his hands back swiftly and grabs his wrist. "Ow what the fuck!" He shouts.

"Stay in your cell." I tell him as I walk over to the red button that opens the cells. I press the button and the bars unlock. The inmates step out and get in one line. They know what to do.

"You're pretty brave baby face." One of the inmates, he likes to call himself scar, tells Tyler. Tyler, obeying orders, just stands by his cell door and nods. Once all the prisoners are out I press the button once again, closing the cells. Tyler steps back into his cell swiftly as the doors slam shut. Tyler grabs onto the bars and glares at me as I walk past him.

"See ya Tyler." I say as I close the door behind me.

A/N: I am done. Now I have decided to try and add more detail like my English teacher is trying to make me do. I'll try. Bye.

Wolf out :3

Second A/N: nothing really to be rewritten.