✨OC-tober📝

29. Your OC gets to talk with their past self

Camora saw herself, just a child, sifting through the grass of the school playground, looking for bugs. "Hey." Older Camora said, she sat beside her younger self on the grass. "Woah, are you a sixth-grader?" younger Camora asked. "No, I'm actually you, from the future." Camora said, her younger self didn't even question it, perhaps she would have had a harder time believing anyone other than herself would come to talk to her. "I have something important to tell you." Camora said, her younger self timidly put down a few ants she was holding, "Important?" her younger self questioned. "When you're older you're going to make a friend." Younger Camora lit up instantly, "Really?" she asked, looking up at Camora with innocent, adoring eyes. "Yeah, but you'll lose her if you don't tell her everything, you have to let her know you love her so much, and tell her you're so glad you've been able to help her, even just a little bit." Younger Camora's smile had gone. "And if it doesn't work, if you lose her anyway..." Camora looked at all the small children surrounding the play structure to the left of her, they were all once children... "Don't take the picture. Don't use it as blackmail, don't try to bring justice or whatever, it doesn't end well, IT NEVER WILL!!" Camora raised her voice, her younger self flinched. "Can you promise me you won't go down the same path?" Camora asked, her younger self nodded but she wasn't sure she understood. "And if you do..." Camora pointed a sharp switchblade at her younger self, who took several steps back, tears welling in her eyes, "Then I have to do this the hard way." Camora said, her younger self shook her head and she pocketed the knife. Camora disappeared.