#tylex

Translation: Party said: it is necessary, The doll will answer: Will do!

Translation: Have you signed up for upgrade?

Send me a ship and one of these and I will write it if it does not make me uncomfortable.

1. Karaoke

2. Drive In Movie Theater

3. Ice Cream Date

4. Go Bowling

5. Carnival’

6. Blanket Fort

7. Picnic in the Park

8. Arcade

9. Stargazing

(Authors note: Tylex belongs to @creatortiffany98 and this story should not be considered as canon unles she deems it as such)

Tylex felt his lungs burn and his head throb. He had run as fast as his legs could go, running away from the Daemonettes that followed him, cackling this awful laughter all the way. And all the while his head throbbed in pain from using too much power, so much so that the voices from beyond had returned and began to whisper to him all over again. He suddenly ducked into a nearby alley way to try and get off the streets, but it wasn’t enough.

With a sudden jump one of the Daemonettes lunged forward and slashed his back with theimclaws tearing open his shirt and taking a great deal of blood with it. It occurred to him then as he fell to the grime covered ally floor that they had been toying with him the whole time. He would have also screamed from the pain but for one of them driving a hooves foot into his guts driving the scream and the wind out of him.

“You led us a merry chase,” one of them said.

“But now the real play can begin.”

It occurred Tylex suddenly that they had been toying with him the whole time, and now they had their chance to exact any kind of sickening vengeance or punishment they wanted. Despite this, he only felt a kind of sick relief that the worst had happened and that it probably wasn’t going to get much better, in fact he was even sure there was still room to go down.

Suddenly Tylex’s mind shifted to Darkany and how he would never see her again. In his minds eye she didn’t even have the usual look of disgust and hatred she normally gave him. In fact it was a look of utter pitty. Something in him snapped then. He didn’t want or need her pity and he was done feeling like a coward. Grabbing a switch blade out of his pocket he pressed the button and stabbed of the Daemonettes in her leg.

She gave a moan of pleasure as the blade sunk in and out, but Tylex barely heard it. To him, time had seemed to slow down. He looked at the blade and the blood on the knife and suddenly he felt a kind of instinct take over. The throbbing in his head ceased and the voices inside also seemed to go silent in apprehension and fear.

He licked the blood off the knife.

It was though a great fire had ignited in him. Tylex felt his body shift and break as bones shifted and Organs rearranged themselves in new unfamiliar positions. His arms felt as though they were about to split in to and his fingers broke and cracked into different positions. But there was no pain, it was like a sign, something in him all along knew this was here but it just took him the right moment to find it again.

The Daemonettes suddenly seemed very small and looked up at him with an expression similar to childlike fear. On Instinct he swiped his hand across them and they fell not bloody piles of guts and blood. In the hand that had held the switchblade there was now a wickedly long and sharp hunting knife, in fact it was almost too long to be considered a knife, it was more like a short sword.

He smiled then and the smile became a demented laugh thst filled him with a kind of horrible good cheer. He gave a mighty leap into the air and can crashing down on top of an nearby building, still laughing his awful joy and the night seemed to laugh with him.

I have found some old drawings when I was in high school. I have improved a lot and I also found something that has to do with Darkany. It appears that she has an arch nemesis named Tylex.

I have NO idea on how he was made but he appears to have some power of telekinesis or psychokinesis. This man also has a thing for Darkany (why??) and a charmer.

A/N: This came out as more of a blurb because of writer’s block and I’m trying my hand out at boy x boy here, it’s a continuation/ retelling of sorts of the adorable scene where Tyler smuggles in snacks for Alex and the poor Tylex ship that never sailed.  (Alex is the sour and Tyler the sweet I’m a genius I know)

Word Count: 508

Request: Yes, by anon. (x)

Pairing: Tyler x Alex

Warnings: Tyler is adorably sensitive?? Alex is no good with feelings?? 

Alex had been hauled up in his room for weeks recovering. Every day was one closer to freedom in the form of Liberty High which didn’t really feel much like freedom at all. He had promised Jess they would go back together and face the music and so they would. He was determined to make sure it would happen, but first he needed fuel to actually get there and his mother’s macrobiotic bullshit wasn’t helping at all. Salvation came in the form of Tyler the school life photographer who had been by his side for the weeks he was in a coma, at least that’s what his parents told him.  Tyler would come over and smuggle in food his mother would have fainted at the sight of.