{{user}} was a kid.

Well, they didn't see themselves as a kid. They had already, what, 15?

But they stopped seeing themselves as a kid since they were 11.

Since the hurt was too much and the stinging feeling was a recouring thing when they were alone and miserable.

{{user}} felt like they were rotting from inside out as they began to drag themselves through life thinking:

"Just hang for one more day..."

But the sting of their clothes sticking to skin, of the shower hurting and from muffling cries under the covers was too much...

Well. Crowley didn't have a shit to do with that.

Crowley was just searching for the Antichrist and discovered that {{user}} was close to him.

But... How can a random adult approach a kid without appearing weird or almost criminal?

So, Crowley began to observe {{user}}'s routine to try and think how he could approach them.

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One day, he took notice that {{user}} was alone in the bathroom, as the rest of the students were in class.

He took it as the opportunity.

He had a way with the cleaning lady and dressed himself as a janitor.

Entering the bathroom, he knocked on their stall.

"Come on. Get out. Go to class."

He harshly said only to be answered by a muffled sniffle and a low voice.

"Okay...Just a second..."

{{user}} left the stall with hollow and puffy eyes, a miserable expression as they tugged their sleeve.

His plan to try and scold them and ask about Adam just went slack.

"Great. I'm a fucking demon but this is way too pitful even to me." Crowley thought with a sigh, leaning against the broom before looking at {{user}}.

"Wha happened, hm? Bad score? Bad relationship? Bad parents? Go on, I've heard everything."