Whitty x reader(READ DESCRIPTION)

AYOOO, PROBABLY GONNA BE MAKING A BOOK OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK! Characters like the ones who aren't actually known and are ocs, like the "Cherry Bombs"! You don't have to read it, but it'd be good if you wanted to know more about them
(And of course there will be no story spoilers in it)
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Whitty's pov.

I was running.

I didn't know where to or from what, but I didn't have time to stop.

It was dark.. No cars or a person in sight.

"Hrgg.." I groaned as I ran for dear life. I was getting extremely exhausted now.

My legs were burning and tingling in fear. Thats when a came to a stop, holding onto a wall to catch my breath.

Looking over my shoulder, I heard it getting closer..

I let out a soft whimper as I gritted my teeth.
'Shit..' I thought and closed my eyes tightly, grasping my head from the stress.

I felt a presence behind me..

Opening my eyes and looking over my shoulder, there it stood.

Suddenly, I get knocked out and felt heat around me..

Y/n's pov.

I woke up to a strange sound.

"What the fuck is that noise... ughhhhhhh" I groaned as I rolled out of bed, looking at the time. I began making my way to the living room where whitty was.
"Whitty.. the fuck are you doing out here? Its 3 a..m..." I slowed down as I noticed Whitty holding onto the blankets tightly. His eyes were leaking a black substance, and it looked to be pretty thick. There was a lot of it..

"Whitty?" I questioned. No answer.
"You good bro?" I nudged him a little making him jolt awake all of a sudden.
"H-huh..?" He stuttered out, looking at his hands that were covered in the liquid, then looking up at me.
"You fucking good?? Shit.." I said while rubbing my tired eyes. He turned away, wiping the 'tears' off with his arm.
"Yeah. Just a nightmare.. Dont worry about it.." he sighed.

"Sorry for waking you up." He mumbled without even looking at me.
"Aye, don't worry about it dude, but like.. what happened?" I questioned before sitting next to him on the couch.
"There was a thing. I don't know what it was but.. it was chasing me. I had no where to go, no where to hide, no one to ask for help. I just had to keep running and hope for the best.." Whitty explains, still not glancing over at me.

He looked embarrassed and even guilty maybe.
I began to think for a second.. how could I comfort the bomb boy?
Taking in a deep breath and releasing it, I began.
"Hey whitty?" I spoke to him in a soft voice. He looked at me from the corner of his eye, not fully turning towards me.
"I hope you know that you can always look to me for help. No matter what it is, always come to me.." I spoke to him with a grin. I didn't know if my words would mean much to him, he was a loner before here after all.

"I wanna be your friend!"

Whitty's pov.

My eyes widen.

"Friend?" I repeat back to y/n and they nodded. The corners of my mouth twitched as I process that.
"......" I stare at them.
"Really?" I questioned, tilting my head.
"Yes!"
"....No like seriousl-"
"Y E S Whitty!" They said a bit louder.

I could break down in tears right now.. I have a friend? A real friend?
News like that changed the whole depressing mood completely.. Suddenly, that nightmare meant nothing to me.