CreepyPasta X Witch!Male!Reader

Letting Go. ( Part 1 )

Soft clicks echoed through the dark streets uptown with (M/N) our protagonist in this story walking through them holding a bouquet of flowers many different types, lavender, tulips, roses, sunflowers and much more that could barely fit into his small arms. Some may ask but some knew who was friends with him knew the reasoning why he has them in his arms. His child has passed before him and wanted to visit, yes (M/N) did have a child they were his only blood and only family member he had left at this time. The child's name was Phillip he passed away from a gunfire when they were walking home late at night from the movies.

(M/N) was devastated from this and it hurt more than holy water being thrown onto him, you are wondering how (M/N) had Phillip. Phillip was created with alchemy since almost a century that poor, silly and old (M/N) was purely alone. Yes, he may have done terrible things but doesn't mean he has to suffer from this.

Walking to a cemetery that was located in the town square as some rumors go that it keeps spirits of the past from rising for vengeance and make them be in a blissful peace. This was true for (M/N) was able to see spirits... well most of them anyway. (E/C) was scanning through every tombstone for Phillip's name after five minutes trying to look through the dark he found the tombstone crouching in front of it, to place the flowers and speak soft, each word straining to keep steady and not turn into a messy sob,

"P-Phillip... it's been a year. Since I last spoke my son..."

(M/N) voiced did crack slightly but continued slowly,

"So much has happened... after your death. First.... hehe... all your favorite flowers seemed to wilt... then your favorite vase... almost everything that reminds me of you... just wants to leave... me,"

(M/N) said, tears threating to spill down his cheeks, face slightly becoming red with sorrow, and body visibly shaking slowly memories began popping up in his head when Phillip was formed and crying his little lungs out to signal life, his first birthday, laugh... so many memories passed through and that just snap for him letting out a loud sob and hugging the tombstone,

"Phillip! I'm sorry... I couldn't save you... I love you, Phillip.... I love you..."

(M/N) cried out loudly. So far most of you are slowly tearing up from my guesses but it how this story must start... after almost all night of staying talking to the tombstone of Phillip till morning, (M/N) left with blood-shot eyes, tears stains everywhere on his cheeks, and quiet sniffles in the morning.

Once again soft clicks were heard through the streets and with (M/N) walking home to live alone with no one, as he lives almost outside of town in a cabin to practice all of his witchcraft in secret fearing that bad things could happen.

Arriving back home he entered inside silently and sat down on his couch with blank eyes before sighing silently. Only to feel something slimy to fall onto the top of his head, a hand quickly moving to touch and look at it seeing it was black slime getting up quickly to look up seeing it was a giant cat up before getting pounced on chuckling silently seeing it was a good friend, Tomas.

The giant cat shifted to a human with a large grin and spoke with a booming voice,

"(M/N) it is nice seeing you again my furiend,"

This made (M/N) chuckle at the small pun,

"You too, Tomas. May I ask what are you doing here my loyal familiar?"