Hi I'm Cletus, Cletus is a nickname given by my firends so I'll refer to I as Cletus. This is my first story and I'm excited to show this to whom ever stumbles upon this story. Now this is a TØP (Twenty One Pilots) fan fiction. In later storys there will be diffrent topics not just TØP. You don't have to be a fan of TØP to understand this as it goes on, but it would help if you are. If your reading this I hope you enjoy, till next time -Cletus😄
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I awake at 5:30 am just like the rest. Everyone starts single filey walking out of their eerily similar homes. I follow my firend, but friends are not allowed so can't go by that. I begin to think that I should greet them with a warm smile but interaction with others isn't permited until the first gathering is done so I let out a short sigh. Others look at me in disgust as any sound is in violation of the rule, so I look forward barely blinking trying to be like the rest.
All the towns folk gather in the eating house and grab trays in synk. I begin to get a feeling as I remember a part of a book I stole from the library, it explains how the Banditos are rebels who live out side the city. It goes on about how they are bad guys who we should never go near. I begin to day dream of I #928 as a bandito. #923 my 'friend' looks at me and they look at me in a way where I know what shes trying to say with out her saying a word, she's saying I need to stop thinking how they don't want me to not think. How did she know? I let out a slight nod and I walk up to the person giving the food. #710, the food giver scoops up a ladel full of the same gray mush and slops it on my tray. I walk up tword #923 and sit next to them. I look at them once and look down at the slop, this is gonna be another boring day I can feel it i thought as I smirk and eat the food.
I look up from one of my thoughts to see Nico up on the podium, if your wondering why Nico dosent have a number its because hes part if the nine niners who started and run this place. There are the nine groups, right...well each number is assigned a bishop witch is the niners. I was in the Nico group who is the head niner. Now where was I, oh... I looked and I saw Nico in his normal red cloak and haunting pale conplection. "Regular worship at 9:00 am as scheduled" Nico says in his normal deep voice harsh voice. He walks off back to the Long towers in the middle of the city. I look at the clock on the wall and see its 7:00 am so I have time to go back to my gloomy home. I begin to get up and so do a few others when my 'friend' looked at me, at first I was confused then I understood she wanted me to follow her. I put my tray on the dishes table and #359 took the tray and cleaned it clean, all while with staining a soulless look on there face. After #923 put there tray on the table we walked over to there home.
