(Warning! This only contains the OC Tyler. Updating a bit more. This chapter is Tyler's last breakdown, I promise. More chapters on the other characters are soon to come.)

Day 1:

Tyler sat alone in his cabin, alone and in the corner on the floor. The room swirled in the dance that the whiskey two shots before was doing in the shot glass before Tyler decided that drinking from the bottle was a better method of trying to drown the insanity crawling towards him. His body felt warm and it felt good yet was an empty satisfaction. The warmth was nice but the depths of his being were still hollowed and cold.

He had consumed the magic liquid called alcohol before but it was far and few between. Yet in one day, he had drunk more than he had in three years. In some weird and twisted act, he attempted to soak the sorrows in that golden brown liquid that taste like paint remover. He knew it tasted awful but he was beyond the point of caring about taste. He was beyond about caring how much of the bottle was now in his system. He was beyond caring as he sat on the floor to try to stop his life from getting any lower.

He knew he looked pathetic. The jacket of his uniform was wrinkled and sprawled on the bed. The black tank top he wore reeked of whiskey, just like the rest of his room and his breath. His face was gaunt as his weary eyes searched for answers in the bottle of grain whiskey. As the liquid swished, it gave up none of its wisdom. It didn't enlighten him to how he ended up on the floor of a submarine. It didn't answer if those around him could be trusted. It didn't answer if he really misplaced in a world where he shouldn't exist. It only left holes. It left a hole in his pride as he was suspended. It left a hole in his mind as he couldn't process anything that had happened to him. It left a hole in his heart. Everyone he knew was gone and he only had that liquid mask to try to cover all the problems.

He had always scuffed at drunks but he was starting to see what all the hype was about. He had a problem, and regardless of what it was, the drink of choice would always be there to take it away for a little awhile. He knew this could go down a dark road but it didn't matter at this point. He was already scrounging about in the bottom of his own self-loathing and pity. He was hoping the alcohol would bring him to a higher place but it only seemed to drag him down.

Little by little, he felt the numbness in his chest spread. His eyes grew heavy. His mind grew sick of thinking and just sought a dark place to never return from. He became unconscious.

Day 2:

Even though the doctor was weary of the insomnia complaint, Tyler finally was given some over the counter sleep aids. After his drunken stupor, he couldn't sleep all that night. He read the pill box. The warning was mumbled mess of tiny words that he could honestly not care less to read. He went to his room and placed the pills on his night stand. The rattled softly. It was like a soft tease of the sleep he would finally enjoy later that night but now he had to leave his new mistress of sleep and go eat lunch.

He walked slowly to the mess room of the sub. They all looked at him like he was fool. He was the man that had back-talked a superior officer. He was the defiant brat that had no respect for authority. None of them dared to voice it but their yells were practically screaming it. Yet he didn't care at this moment. Even if he did, the liquor would make him forget. He slowly walked to a clear table. The crew started making a habit of avoiding him.

"You hypocrites." Tyler whispered under his breath. He was a brother one moment and now he was the outcast. He was the loser. Taking a bullets apparently wasn't enough for the toll to enter this social circle. He didn't care. He would drink that issue away too. He was slowly figuring out his life. Once his suspension was up, he would just drink, he would then fight and then wash away the scars with a sea of booze and if the nightmares came, he had a lovely muse of sleeping aids to rock him to bed.

Life sucked and he knew it. Yet in his current situation, he had offered to kill people in a giant robot and he didn't want to add coward to what he was now. His only option was to drag on. He just had to take another drunken step and hope something took him out before too long.

He looked about the mess hall. The sterile metal wall and tables was now his only company. He slowly stood up and returned to his room yet as he entered the hallway he heard something disturb him. "Yeah, Urzu team moved out without the new guy." Tyler stopped and looked around the corner to see who was talking. He didn't recognize the faces and his blackout would wipe the face from the memory so he just focused on the words.

"Are you surprised?" Another voice answered. It was the voice of someone who half expected Tyler to be nothing but a problem. It was the voice of an agitated teacher. "The guy openly mocked Mardukas. We don't need someone like that making this job harder. We just now got our sub and AS rebuilt. He will only get it all destroyed again if he continues to pilot." Tyler slouched down on the ground. He thought he didn't care but these words seemed to sting more than they should have. He thought he would be below all the bashing but it seemed he was again wearing a mask over how he felt.

"He's young but I understand. Guys like him only get people killed if not themselves. I just don't want to be around that." Tyler only sank further. Then something broke. In his mind, something just broke like a string being untwined. Something in his mind misfired. The connection between him and this world was now severed. He was an abstract shadow that couldn't find what it was supposed to follow. He was nothing without meaning.

He slowly stood up and walked past. They gasped knowing he heard but he was now trapped inside a pit within his own mind. He walked to his room and shut the door. He threw himself on his bed. His body contorted into the fetal position slowly and painfully. He didn't even reach for the booze or the pills. The abandonment was his only company.

Day 3:

A knock at his door threw Tyler from his sleep aid and alcohol induced slumber. He stumbled and staggered his way to the door. He grumbled barely able to form sentences. He threw open the door and saw a young girl with silver hair, a beautiful face and soft brown eyes. She had a gigantic naïve smile on her face that brightened the room. Tyler slammed the door in Tessa's face.

"That was rude!" Tessa whined through the door as Tyler laid back on his bed. He just grumbled at the door and hope she went away. Part of him didn't want her to see him this way. "Tyler, are you okay?" The one question he didn't want to hear. "Some of the crew have been telling me you aren't eating and you are locked up in your room all day."

"I'm fine. I'm just tired." Tyler yelled through the door. He placed his head on his pillow and prayed she would catch the hint. He knew he was being rude but he didn't want anyone seeing the pool of self-pity he was swimming in.

"Could you come out and talk to me." Tyler could hear the plea for him to talk to her. It aggravated him. She had no reason to talk to him. He was just a tool for a military organization. This was probably an act to look good. He was going to have none of it.

"No." Tyler fired back coldly. He heard footsteps walk off. With each one, he hated himself more. He could barely stand himself now. If he had a mirror, he would have punched it. The only thing he could do was grab that bottle and grab that pill bottle.

This was starting to become a sick routine. If anything made Tyler uncomfortable, he could just grab his two best friends and they would knock him out. It seemed like the edge would only go away with a shot and 2 pills. The feeling was relaxing and heavy. It finally put something into his hollowed soul even if it was for just a little bit.

Day 4:

Tessa didn't come back to check up on him. It didn't surprise him. It was already late and sleep was evading him once again. He woke up and staggered about his cabin until he found his pills. Even with three shots in his system, he still needed relief. He took three just to make sure he could get some form of sleep but something was wrong.

The heaviness was too much. He dropped the pill bottle on the floor and the pills rolled about as he staggered. He could barely move. It was no longer a satisfying heaviness but like lead was inside him now. In his fit of stupidity he remembered one rule of sleep aids. Never mix them with alcohol.

He threw open his cabin door and staggered down the hall. His breath was becoming shallow and every tick of time brought him closer to a sleep in which he would never wake. He kept shoving forward until felt his legs give out. He felt his body lurch forward and down and he landed with a hard smack. He needed the infirmary and lying on the ground only drew him closer to a dark end. He forced himself back up.

As he staggered and stumbled, no one was around. It was probably night patrol and those had few crew on them. He was alone as he searched for the infirmary. As he searched, his mind became more cloudy and his thoughts became incoherent. His heart rate was barely there and his breathing was becoming none existent.

He didn't know if he was dying but something wasn't right. This wasn't his body getting ready to sleep. It was getting ready to do something more permanent.

Tyler hit the switch and the doors hissed open. To his dismay, he had found the empty hangar. He found a fitting place as ever to come to whatever end this weird feeling was going to put him at. He saw gaint mystery under the tarp decided to lay there like a dog. He slowly staggered over as each footstep echoed about.

Tyler finally reached the tarp and plopped down. His body rested against something metallic and smooth. He figured it was another AS. His last companion would be this hunk of metal that towered over him. As his eyes grew too heavy to keep open, emotions once buried began to rise once more. The feeling and rage caged up by the pills and liquor were finally getting their forum.

"I messed up." Tyler began laughing at how pathetic he was becoming. "I am going to die due to mixing alcohol and sleeping pills." He let out a laughter of insanity and remorse. "I couldn't die in a fight or get executed for insubordination. " Tyler sighed. "I am going to die like a druggy. Hell! They may figure I committed suicide." Tyler felt his body grow weak and knew his time for a confession was growing shorter and shorter. "I only wish I got to know these people." Tyler said to the giant hunk of metal behind him. "I wish I had given them the trust they had already earned." Tyler felt a tear roll down his cheek. For the first time he felt it. He felt the fear of the death. The ultimate end was waiting and he so much left unfulfilled. "I don't want to die." Tyler cried. "I want to find a place for me." His voice began to raise. "I just want have people that care about me." He was almost yelling. "Yet, I don't know myself anymore." Tyler laughed as the tears rolled down. "I am in this world, piloting a giant robot and now I am dying by overdose talking to a giant robot." He looked back towards the machine. His fury, his anger and sorrow all rolled into one loud sentence. "WHO AM I?" As the words left his lips, he finally succumbed to the darkness that called. He let out a small sigh as the shadows embrace took him, and he went limp on the floor.