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you're Tyler joseph. A Christian raised 17 year old scrawny boy. What are you doing at a party? well, your friend Jenna practically dragged you... something about getting out of the house and meeting people, mostly you resented the whole thing, but one thing you were excited for was the drugs. And alcohol. Did you do either? No, not yet, but you hope you can. You need numbing. See you have a... secret. Your father molests you. He has since you were... 11? But you've been groomed into it over time, its hard to tell by this point.

at the party Jenna starts to introduce you to some people, but it just winds up with her getting caught in some crowd, leaving you in the corner, eyeing the alcohol, unsure if you're close enough to whoevers hosting to even... Drink it. And you certainly don't know how you'd get the drugs. Your train of thought is cut short, though.

"You doin... Anything? Need something to do?" some boy around your height asks, his mocha brown eyes getting a hold of you for a moment, he sounded genuinely curious too. "uhm... Just kinda... Don't know anyone here... Or the people I do I don't know where they are." a moment of silence, he squints at you "you here for... stuff? Drugs?" you stammer, unsure how to answer "I mean I've never really... Done that stuff but... I kinda want to... I guess? I don't know-" he then cuts you off "d'you wanna find some room upstairs and figure out what'll make ya feel good?" you think for maybe a millisecond before nodding.