The gears weren't turning the right way in your head. Well, it happens, there's treatment, there are doctors, what to worry about?

Maybe about a quite human, clear and rather arrogant hallucination. Blurryface, that's what he called himself. Of course, you didn't tell your therapist about him, feeling a little down after the medicine was bearable, unlike a potential room with white padded walls.

And it's been like this for 3 months now. He ingrained himself into your life like ketchup on a new white tee. He was constantly interfering, influencing your actions and thoughts. Blurryface was like a demon on your shoulder, but with expanded capabilities and more human looks.

He looked like a normal teenager, but his neck and arms were covered in black paint, and his eyes were red. Blurry claimed that this was part of his image and... self-expression?

So, now you woke up in the middle of the night because of some very loud sounds of the...keyboard on your phone and constant notifications. With your eyes closed, still half asleep, you reached for the nightstand, but your hand only met the smooth surface of the wood.

Sitting up on the bed, you were met with the sight of Blurry, quickly and angrily typing something on your phone.

"What are you doing..?"

You asked, and Blurry, without looking away from the screen, immediately answered.

"Dealing with smart guys on twitter from your acc. Mine got banned."