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The water ran red with the blood of his last victim. I looked up and saw him staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror, with his red eyes, a smirk spread across his face.

"You liked it, didn't you?" he said.

I ignored the question and continued to clean myself up.

"Admit it, Tyler. You liked it." I could hear the smirk in his voice, heavy with poison.

I didn't like it. And he knew I didn't. We did share the same brain. So why does he always ask? If I liked killing innocent people? Enjoyed their pleads for mercy?

"Tyler?"

I spun around quickly, hoping Josh wouldn't see the pinkish water running down the sink.

"Why are you up?" he asked groggily.

"I, uh, had a nightmare," I improvised, hoping he would believe the lie.

I stared at him, waiting for a response as he stood there, all sleepy-eyed with his head tilted to the side. It was...cute.

I dismissed the thought immediately. I had a girlfriend, a hot one at that, and I'm happy with how things are now. Not the whole Blurryface thing, but with Josh and I's friendship and my current relationship. I wouldn't trade it for anything. And why would I even like a guy who has red hair, rad tattoos, sick drum skills, and muscles larger than my self-esteem?

"Are you okay?" Josh asked, the slightest bit of worry in his tone.

"Yeah. I-I just need a minute."

Josh nods in response and walks away. I turn back around and see that Blurry was still there with the same red eyes and smirk I knew all too well.

"See you next time," he says, disappearing from the mirror.

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