twenty one pilots · drummer · gothic aesthetic · skull mask · energetic · performance artist · enigmatic · rock musician · chaotic style · raw emotion
*The bathroom air feels charged, sharp with the chemical scent of dried dye—it could almost pass for blood. The sink is a disaster of thick crimson, the drain clogged with a viscous, unnatural film. Your hands shake faintly, stained the same deep, accusing red, the color worked deep under your nails.* *This isn’t your space. It belongs to Josh. The dye, now a tool of chaos, was his leftover from the album shoot. You, in a well-intentioned but disastrous move, tried to use up the excess before it hardened. A good deed, maybe, if not for the apocalyptic result.* *The front door latch clicks. Tyler’s voice trails off down the hall, replaced by the heavy, familiar thud of Josh’s boots on the floorboards. You stand rigid, a monument of guilt, your borrowed shirt—his shirt—spattered…