My Name's Blurryface Novels & Stories

My head almost exploded when I saw the reflection of another person. "WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed for a moment, reflexively covering my mouth. I slapped my face over and over again, pulling at the fair skin until the corpse makeup peeled off. Where was my old face? The sweet olive skin that my mother gave me? Where was the purple layered hair that I always thought was cool? Why? Why is there another person's face? The face of a popular pop star, Arthemisya Zacceline. Why has that become my face? That is beyond crazy!

My vision blurred as I stared at those names. I'd have to face Derek again, face Alpha Marcus and Luna Diane and Alia.

Kael continued, “And the blurred face, I had our tech team run enhancement filters.” My stomach twisted. “And?” He met my eyes. "The man in the video is you, Alpha.”

They all turn toward me. They’re waiting for a speech. I look at the crowd. I see my father. I see the ghost. I see the end. I open my mouth. I don't know what I’m going to say. "My name is..." The crowd stops. The silence is absolute. I look at the lens. I see myself. And I realize the truth. I don't have a name. "My name is..." I stop. I look at Liam. He smiles. "Your name is whatever they want it to be."

“Have you been using a new face wash? You look like you’re about to break out,” With a stiff, forced smile and the urge to confess ‘no, mom, just pregnant’, Blue managed a weak “Must be my moisturiser” though she struggled to shift her focus more than an inch or two from the glaringly obvious reminder of the future she had become the moment she agreed to letting Marian host her birthday party. Considering the way the cards had fallen, she was starting to question whether she’d go back and do it all again—if only for Vincent. Perhaps they would all be better off if she didn’t.

It hurts. "It's done now. You can open your eyes, ma'am." She announced and I fluttered my eyes opened immediately. I couldn't see clearly as tears had already clouded my vision. I wiped it away with my other palm. Removing the tissue in my mouth, I sighed in relief. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. Christabel took care of it and she plastered it.

I let out a sigh. "So the boyfriend has a name. Ashton. Ugly name." He scoffed. "As if Blade is a nice name." I retorted. "Balderus." "What?" "Balderus is my real name." "Balderus... Okay." I didn’t know what to say. "Uglier, right?" "No," I answered almost immediately. "Now you are being polite." "Maybe." A smile curled on my lips, as I wasn't able to control it this time.

"You know my name?! Speak! Who are you?!" "Well…" Clarity shook her head mysteriously. "I'm a displaced vagabond like you." Frank charged his Five-Peat Archaeus right then, ready to attack—since she refused to go along when he was nice, he just had to get tough! But even as Clarity took a step back, she was beaming charmingly. "Oh, calm down! How impatient can you get? Well, since you're so eager to find out, I guess I can tell you… I go by many names, so which should I tell you? Oh, right."

A snereclool esterbliblsih on his face as he introduced himself as Drake Canostus, and my heart skipped a beat

To show his trust in his father, he attempts to force a reciprocal gesture. He scraped together the courage and turned to head back to his room. As he does so he hears his father exclaiming his name…faintly. He can barely hear his name. It is left up in the air echoing through the hallway as he approaches his room once again. He seems oblivious to the utterance of his name. The name doesn't matter that much to him, he thinks to himself, so he will give himself a completely different name. A name that will forever appear to keep the lines about his true self forever blurred.