Alrighty, my lovely readers~ This is my first 2p! fic, and it was kinda fun to write and hopefully it won't be my last! Crystal is the OC's name, and it's from her P.O.V. Enjoy~


I'm not quite sure what it was about Oliver that first caught my eye. Perhaps it was how pink he was. I found it charming how he would smile in almost any situation. I often found myself searching for his cotton candy pink locks in spite of myself. Oliver was sweet. Too sweet.

I understood this now as I stumbled out into the garden. When I hit the crisp frigid air, my body collapsed. Trying to get back up, my arms shook as I forced myself to at least rest on my elbows. I coughed and to my horror saw blood spatter on the green turf beneath me.

"Oh, Crystal~"

The sickening sugary voice made my arms buckle, the last of my strength slipping from my body. A shudder ripped through my body as I watched him walk up to me to stand over my limp and battered body. His demented smile made my stomach churn, the knife in his hand glinting dangerously.

"Don't you like my game?" he asked with the innocence of a child, his eyes glowing like a mad man's.

He kneeled down next to me, pressing the knife ever so lovingly across my cheek. He giggled as the thin cut began to bleed.

"My, what a lovely colour," Oliver said softly in a sing-song voice, positioning the blade at my neck, "I think it suits you."

Before the demented man slid his beloved knife along my throat, my eyes fluttered open. I was no longer lying paralyzed in the garden, but safe under the warm covers in bed next to Arthur. He was looking down at me with genuine concern.

"Are you alright love?" His voice was groggy, but he seemed to be alarmed.

"Yeah, just a really bad dream." I wiped at the drying tear trails on my face.

Arthur fell back into the pillows, pulling me into his arms.

"You're alright now," he whispered into my hair.

As I drifted back to sleep, I forgot completely about Oliver and my thoughts were filled with only Arthur.


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