obscurial event.

[repressings]

WHO: Credence Barebone
WHERE: All along the village, particularly his and Graves' house, the inn, and the schoolhouse
WHEN: 24th
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of abuse
STATUS: Open

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i. Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ-ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ; OTA before the event
Credence does not attend the feast. He only lingers on the outskirts, and even then it had only been for a few moments. He's not his usual self, and that worsens with each passing hour. He slept little after the feast, not because of sickness but because of agitation, and even his gait is a little more aggressive than usual.

On the 24th, he comes into the inn as usual, even if he looks a little too tired and a little too strange. He's paler than he's been before, cheeks looking even more hollow, and he doesn't greet people with a soft hello. Instead, he seems to either see through his fellow villagers or to give a surprisingly sturdy glare if they choose to interact with him.

Now, at lunch, he's quiet and in a corner, eating what little there is to offer. He picks at the loaf of strange, Australian flatbread with disdain, lips pursed into a thin line.

"Do you think this is worth it?" He says suddenly to the nearest passer-by: it's reminiscent of his arrival when he'd burst out with emotions then, too, only with an edge of harshness. "Do you ever find yourself wondering if there's a point?" There's a distinct lack of hopelessness in his voice, surprisingly. Instead, his tone is etched with a strange trace of cynicism and a large amount of rage.

"We're going to die here, whether or not it's because of our own stupidity or the Observers." His tone is flat and uncaring. There's no soft, barely audible tremor, nor is there a timid quality to his voice.

He can also be seen taking a walk, but take care if he bumps into you--instead of a quickly stammered apology, he's most likely to growl for the poor, unsuspecting party to watch where they're going.


ii. Aɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ I sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇssɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ; closed to Graves
He tells Graves he's not up for their usual meeting, even if it means he'll miss the last of the whiskey he'd given to him, and their sessions of learning and teaching about the magical world are on hold. He cites that he's unusually tired, and that it feels like there's something pressing against the back of his skull. A migraine, he'd heard someone on in the village call it. Surely, he just has a migraine. All he wants to do is sleep. Maybe this is why Kira sleeps so much. Maybe Kira wakes up with a strange pulsating feeling between his eyes and the only thing to do is wrap himself up and lay in darkness. He takes his thick black blanket from Christmas, tacks it up on the wall with a surprising amount of ingenuity, and proceeds to do his best impersonation of his close friend: he nestles, wrapping himself as tight as he can within the confines of the sunflower comforter, and wills everything to go away.

Graves, at least, seems to be gracious enough to let him do it. His troubles and thoughts seem to meld away as sleep takes him, and, blissfully, it winds up taking the migraine with it.

Credence dreams of New York. He dreams of the busy streets and bright lights, and of automobiles and the occasional horse. He dreams of his church, still intact, but it's far more peaceful. Modesty is there, and she's singing but it's not anything Mary Lou has taught her--instead, she sings a hymn straight from the bible, no added absurdities or perversions that his adoptive mother had seen fit.

Chastity offers her hand and Credence takes it, noticing his lack of scars as he saunters down the stairs. Mary Lou is there but she is anything but intimidating: she is the kind mother Credence wishes he had, giving him a full meal instead of scraps. She even touches his cheek and tells him she's proud. Credence decides he doesn't want this to end.

He eats until he's full, and laughs with Modesty as loud as he can and doesn't once get punished for being too nosy or rambunctious. He's happy, and free until the double-doors of the big church echo with a knock. Chastity gets it, the quiet elegance of her footsteps momentarily entrancing Credence before he looks up and notices who's at the door.

His hair is blonde, face gaunt, eyes strange, and the happiness he's momentarily grasped has been dashed to the floor when he realizes who it is. The man who is and isn't Mr. Graves--the one who had shook him, who had called him nothing, who had dismissed him so easily--

--Credence begins to scream, because one long, slender hand is moving to his throat. His adoptive sisters watch calmly as Grindelwald presses, and he swears Mary Lou smiles.

In his bed, he tosses and turns, and the yelling sharply echoes within the walls of the house.


iii. Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ Hᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʀᴀɪɴ; OTA and also for the injured
It happens. Somehow, be it the dim light of the moon or because of an Observer trick, Credence doesn't see Graves as he dashes out of the house, petrified, but instead he sees him. Grindelwald, the man who had given him the necklace and cupped his cheek and promised him the world. The man that did nothing but use him.

It's both a blessing and a relief to give in to the constant clawing behind his eyes, and as he selfishly lets his pain and hatred and confusion drown in the comforting whispers of a voice that isn't his floating in his mind. He violently explodes into nothing but smoke--it's nothing but destructive magic, chaos and hatred swirling among black tendrils, and the Obscurus launches forward and immediately attacks the source of Credence's agony: it takes Graves, holding him upwards despite being nothing but an inky mass, and smashes him to the ground.

It's loud, it's chaotic, and the whole village can hear it. On the off-chance that they can't, they can certainly hear the splintering crack of the foundation of the schoolhouse as the Obscurus slams into and through it, creating absolute destruction in its wake. The Obscurus doesn't wail, but the trails of sobs can be heard, very faintly, underneath pure unfettered brimstone.

It thrashes around the schoolhouse before it realizes that there are others in the village. There are people, things to destroy, and the parasite launches into the first one it sees, going through him. It tosses two aside like ragdolls, and anyone else in its wake before it finally disappears into the forest are left bruised at the very least.

iv. Pɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀᴀɢᴅᴏʟʟ ᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ;
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