Oliver was rearranging his bottles of poison, singing to himself and giggling as he planned out the recipe he would use to bake the cupcakes. Maybe he could send them to the other America. He'd heard that he would eat anything….
The door opened and Charlotte's smiling face was upturned to his, and he hugged her.
"You're here! Ah, Oliver is so happy!" he squealed into her ear, and she hugged him back. Honestly, she couldn't tell why anyone would be scared of this man. He was lovely! He was her best friend in the entire world!
The door banged open again and Oliver stepped in front of her quickly. Luciano was stood in front of them, twirling a knife.
"Hey, if it isn't little Charlotte! Why don't I give you a hug?" chirped the Italian, grinning in a way that made Charlotte cling to Oliver, who grabbed her hand and started to run.
"Your cupcakes!" Charlotte wailed, knowing if they ran the cupcakes would burn. Oliver shoved her through the back door and slammed it shut after her. She ran quickly, climbing over the fence and landing in a garden where a gate was easily accessible. She heard Oliver shouting and bit her lip, wanting to go back but knowing that Oliver could defend himself. Running through the gate, she kept on until she didn't know where she was. A hand landed on her shoulder, and she screamed, falling to her knees.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked the person, glaring down. It was someone she knew… someone who didn't swear around her because Oliver had forbidden them to.
"Matthew!" She clung to him, crying, and he tried to shake her off.
"Let go, you bi…I mean, seriously let go or else!" She complied and looked up.
"Luciano got into Oliver's house!" she wailed, and the Canadian froze, not knowing what he should do. Perhaps he should call Louis, as he was sure as hell not going into that pink madman's house.