solum | credence barebone

chapter 5

You rushed out of the meeting, disapperating and apperating to follow after Obscurial. You panted as you moved from rooftop to rooftop, trying to find out where the Obscurial would end.

Trying to figure out who the Obscurial is.

After the Obscurial landed in an alleyway, you apperated to the back of the alley, peering in on the grey smoke. It slowly took a form, forming into a hunched-over form of a older male.

Wait, I thought Obscurus could only manifest in people younger than 10! It's a miracle he's still alive! You thought, amazed.

Until he looked up.

It was Credence.

You let out an soft gasp, covering your mouth with a hand. How?

Tears were streaming down his face, making your heart break.

"Credence." You said softly, making him turn to you, shaking and sobbing.

"I can't... I can't control it!" He sobbed, making you rush up to him.

"Hey, it's okay!" You comforted, kneeling down in front of him.

He flinched back, shaking and whimpering.

"It's alright, Credence." You whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

He sobbed harder into your shoulder, clutching tightly to your trench coat.

"It's okay..." You soothed and comforted him, rubbing circles in his back.

After he slowly calmed down, you pulled away from him, placing your hands on his cheeks.

"Hey. You good?" You asked, smiling softly.

He nodded, leaning into your touch.

"What happened?" You asked, cocking your head.

"I... I... the senator..." He mumbled.

"Did the senator do something?" You said, brushing your thumbs back and forth against his cheeks.

"Do you think I'm a freak?" He asked, a sad look on his face.

"No, Credence, no!" You assured, pulling him into another hug. "You're not a freak."

"But this thing... that's inside me..." He said sadly.

"Would you like me to tell you about what it is?" You asked, slowly standing up.

He shakily stood up, but nodded. You held his hand, giving him a comforting smile.

You explained to him what an Obscurial was, why it happened, what causes is, and anything you could think of about Obscurials.

Then to tell him that you, too, were an Obscurial and a witch.

You almost didn't want to tell him. You didn't want him to be scared of you, you didn't want him to pity you. But you needed his trust, and this was a way to help.

"...How do you know all this?" He asked, shivering lightly.

You inhaled, then opened your mouth to tell him. "I'm an Obscurus... and a witch."

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Guys, look. I updated! Oh gosh, I feel so good about updating. So here's some fluff between you and Credence. Yea, it's a bit short, sowwy.

If you ask why I updated, it was because-

1) I had an unfinished draft that I wanted to finish.

2) I had motivation.

3) People are helping me.

My depression and sucicidal thoughts are still there, and it is pretty bad. But I've been thinking about the cons and pros of killing myself, and the pros outweigh the cons. I'm sorry guys, for dumping all this stuff on you.

With that, this story is still on hold, but occasionally I'll update. Same with all my other stories.

Yeeeeeeeet