•DEMA Dont Control Us•Tyler x Reader•

•Chapter 5: Tyler Joseph•

Before we start, just wanted to thank you for 240+ reads! Never thought we would make it here! I love you all ^3^

*a couple of days later*

Y/N's POV:

I don't know how long it has been since I first came out of that place. The dark clouds and sky of this world made it almost impossible to tell time. I would approximate about 4 to 5 days but I can't be sure

As usual, I would wake up on my own at about 7 am each morning. I'd walk down with other people towards the large building serving as a cafeteria basically.

I'd grab food and sit alone in one of the many tables. Not that I really cared if I sit alone. Sometimes I'm glad to be sitting alone though I wish for someone to talk to. I dreaded myself because of it. Once I finally have a person to talk to I want to hide myself again and be alone. I honestly hate that way of thinking but it's not like I can change it.

I still get those ominous glares from everyone. It's like they know something I don't and hate me for it. It makes me extremely anxious. I recall back to the panic attack I had when I first got a good look at this place. The dark and gloomy eyes of other always lingering onto my face, why not someone else's? Why does it always have to be me? Questions that are still left unanswered.

I walked into the dining pavilion, the large doors made a loud creaking sound. I cursed under my breath, forgetting how loud the doors are. Mostly everyone looks up from their seats and face me. I stood their frozen in fear, I wasn't sure what to say or do. Thankfully they did that for me and looked away

I haven't noticed till now but the room was always so quiet. There were a few conversations here and there along with some people screaming on the top of their lungs at times but other than that, it was oddly quiet.

I sit at the usual table, leaving the food untouched and biting my nails out of habit

In this free time I have, I always look around at the other people here. Some are engrossed in their own conversations while others sit quietly

Each day there was this one particular guy though that will rush into the building, shouting the name of what I presumed was his friend. He had dark brown hair with yellow dyed tips. He had dark brown eyes and was probably about 5'9.

Out of everyone here, he is the most enthusiastic. I can tell his friend sometimes gets annoyed by his happy demeanor and honesty we can relate

None of us here has really been happy since coming to DEMA and who knows if we ever would. Some found it kinda annoying and practically offensive how someone can be so happy here

I was thinking of asking him why he acts like that all the time but anxiety always builds up. Today I was confident though (for once), I would be sure to ask when I could

A few minutes or so of waiting he walked in, the creaky doors signaling his presence and his  vibrant yellow hair standing out in the crowd of people.

I watch him as he makes his way to where his friend was sitting, jumping around and teasing the other male. I stare at him in anger, starting to decide whether to go up to him now.

Even with how pissed I was, I couldn't help but feel anxious to confront him. Like what would he say or do? And his friend, what about him? I shouldn't just forget about all the other people around us, right?

No. This is not the time to be overthinking. I want to stand up for my opinion, even if it might kill me more inside

I stand up from my seat, trying not to let my anxiety take over my decision for this. I make my way and tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey you, I have a questi-" before I could finish my sentence he turns around and interrupts me.

"Hey Tyler look, it's the girl you were wondering about, now that she's finally here why not get to know her huh?"

I looked at him confused and shocked. This is not what I wanted to walk into. The other looked at his shockingly as well. I wanted to run away as fast as I could but it was honestly to late for that.

I sit down in front of the second guy, the yellow haired sitting to the right of me, motioning the other to not let the conversation fall to silence.

He sighed, clearing his throat, "Since my dear Joshua here has no sense of privacy, I guess I'll have to introduce myself." He pauses. "I'm Tyler Joseph"

I make a slight smile. For some reason that name sounded familiar. "Hi, I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you Tyler."

Heyyo! That was Chapter 5, pretty short but oh well :')

Oh lord I'm sorry for taking a while to update but I was bOMBARDED with tests at school and now I'm given 6 projects (I'm not even exaggerating I literally have 6 projects) to complete in 2 weeks along with regular homework yAy

I also for some reason didn't know how to finish this chapter and ended up working on other ones 😂 I'm such a bad writer

Anywhoo so Y/N just met Tyler and Josh how exciting 👀

Next chapter will go more in depth into eachothers stories and past and jOSH DUN

Also btw, any of you going to any of TØP's Bandito Tour concerts? I'm going to one but it's not till like June lmao

Anyway that's all for this chapter, see ya in chapter 6 👀👋🏻 (which I swear will come out on regular update day or maybe earlier who knows)