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Josh was some kid who just ran a tumblr account. Though he was mentally ill, he still tried. He was kinda different from everyone else. Josh had a nose ring and a lip ring, he carried cameras into the forest and obsessed over things called 'cryptids'. He was just 20, so he wasn't all that old. His favourite blog was one simply titled 'ohios-finest-poet'. The poetry fascinated Josh, and one day, he decided to message the sad person on the other side.
galaxyboy-conspiracies: hello! my name is josh and i just wanted to say that i love your poetry, and i think you are ohios finest poet.
ohios-finest-poet: thank you! its lovely to have people like you around.
galaxyboy-conspiracies: oh my god you actually replied! youre welcome , hi
ohios-finest-poet: hello there!
galaxyboy-conspiracies: so how are you??
ohios-finest-poet: good, you?
galaxyboy-conspiracies: lowkey having a breakdown but its eh
Josh noticed the blog replied immediately.
ohios-finest-poet: you okay??
galaxyboy-conspiracies: yeah!! its normal im cool. i didint catch your name btw!!
ohios-finest-poet: tyler! 4 in 4 out breathe <3
galaxyboy-conspiracies: thanks aah, tylers a cool name. funnily enough i live in ohio
ohios-finest-poet: i think itd be cool to go out for a coffee, im just in columbus!
Josh tapped his toes on the mattress, grinning at the bright screen. It was a bit of an eye strain in the darkness. His boyfriend would probably pop out of nowhere in the day and check his phone.
galaxyboy-conspiracies: no way!! i live in columbus too!! starbucks on high street?
ohios-finest-poet: definitely. 3:00?
galaxyboy-conspiracies: uhh,, ill set an alarm? whats the number before that i forgot
ohios-finest-poet: psh, its 2:00.
galaxyboy-conspiracies: sorry! i have trouble with numbers :(
ohios-finest-poet: its cool dude! tomorrow at 3:00. its late, go to bed. im going to bed.
galaxyboy-conspiracies: okay, goodnight!!
Josh didn't sleep that night, humming as he grabbed his camera and left his room. It didn't have a door so sneaking wasn't a problem. He threw on his jacket but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Josh," the voice said, turning him around, "Where are you going?"
"U-uh, I-I-I-I-I'm just going to take p-pictures of animals, Nick. They're interesting."
"Are you cheating on me? You better not be or I swear to god-"
"I'm not! I-I pr-promise I'm heading into the forest for pictures."
"If I catch you cheating, you're going to fucking regret it. I swear to god," Nick hissed as Josh left, slamming the door behind him. Josh hopped on his bike, biking to the nearby forest. Truth is, he wasn't photographing animals. Normal ones, anyway. Josh loved to go on cryptid hunts, looking for mysterious beings and such. It was his favourite pastime. Nick didn't really approve and he'd blown up at Josh a few times because of it but he didn't care at all. The cool air ran behind him as he parked his bike behind the old willow tree. He put it there because he remembered it and it was hidden from being stolen.
Josh stepped over the twigs and brush, holding his camera with a grin. He loved being out here, it was so free, so uplifting. He didn't have the money for super professional equipment, but a camera was enough. He'd seen a few Sasquatch and even Mothman at one point, but never could snap a picture in time. Either way, he loved it. It was a way to get away. He had only caught two pictures, though. One was of a bright light when he had caught an alien on camera, and the other was of what looked exactly like a sea monster. He couldn't remember which one, but they meant everything to him.
"Thank you friends, you give me an escape," he called out to an empty (?) forest, hoping someone would hear it as he continued to walk.