"Ay, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Allen shouted at the butterfly that avoided the swing of his bat once again.
Oliver turning around smiled as he used his free hand to wipe away the blood flowing down towards his eye. Allen had come for a visit and want ramped with his bat smashing anything he could including Oliver's face. "Would you like a cupcake?" Oliver asked sweetly holding a tray of blue and pink cakes.
"Hell No! You've probably poisoned them and I don't like sweets anyway," Allen replied swinging his bat through the air chasing a butterfly.
"I promise there not," Oliver pouted following him as Allen's bat missed the butterfly and smashed into another one of the mirrors in Oliver's home.
"No," Allen said bluntly looking around the room for where the butterfly had disappeared too.
"But I promise," Oliver whined holding out the tray of cupcakes.
"There is no way in hell that I'm ever going to eat something you cooked," Allen exclaimed as he took of his sun glasses and placed them on top of his head.
"Well I didn't cook these I baked them," Oliver verified smiling sweetly as he held the tray up towards Allen. Just as Allen was about refuse the offer in a reasonable manner the butterfly that had avoided his nail driven bat landed on his nose opening and closing it wings showing off it beautiful colours.
"What the hell is this thing anyway?!" Allen shouted swinging his bat in a fit of rage making the butterfly flutter off of his face.
"It looks like a bug," Oliver evaluated as the said 'bug' flew over and landed on one of the cup cakes and instantly caught fire. Allen just stared at Oliver as the ashes of the butterfly fell to the ground.
"What the hell did you put in that cupcake?" Allen asked bluntly. Oliver looked up at Allen with a huge smile on his face holding the tray of cupcakes up. "HELL NO!" Allen shouted as his bat collided with Oliver's head. Oliver fell backwards as his head smashed against the mirror above his fireplace, shattering it as pieces fell to the ground. Oliver was now laying on the ground covered in shattered mirror shards. The gash over his eye got bigger and was bleeding even more, now flowing over his nice clean carpet. Getting up on his hands and knees Oliver looked down at the mirror shards, he saw a flash of Arthur in one of the shards.
"Opps, sorry poppet," Oliver whispered knowing that Arthur was going to be cross that another one of his mirror just broke. Oliver got up onto his feet and brushed off the shards that stuck to his clothing cutting his finger in the proses. Looking around he saw that his batch of cupcakes were smeared across the carpet alone side of the broken mirror and blood.
"You're such a fucking weirdo," Allen exclaimed sitting his bat on his shoulder.
"Watch you're language!" Oliver shouted at his.
"Fuck no," Allen replied kicking him.
"Aw now I'm hurt, Allen I'm hurt and cold, I want a hug," Oliver whined opening his arms out.
"No way," Allen said stepping back and holding his bat out towards Oliver.
"But cuddles," Oliver whimpered as his eyes started welling up with fake tears and a pout on his lips.
"Yeah, no," Allen said walking off. When Allen left the room Oliver picked up one of the broken shards and watched as blood tricked off of it. Just in the corner of the shard Oliver Could see Arthur's face staring back at him but didn't say anything. Just them Arthur's finger slid across the shards and to Oliver's amazement his own blood that was covering the mirror was wiped away with Arthur's finger. The blood that had just been on his side of the mirror was now on Arthur's side. Oliver saw Arthur's eyes go wide and then decided to intervene by wiping away the rest of his blood with his sleeve.
"Oh just go get dressed," Oliver said into the mirror before dropping the shard.
"What the bloody hell is going on!" Arthur shouted then Oliver shushed him.
Oliver looked around his lounge room and at himself, everything was a mess. Broken shards of mirrors flooded his home as his clean carpet was a mess of blood and icing from the ruined cupcakes and his best pink vest that he loved was stained red. Right now Oliver was mad. Allen had just barged into his home, not that Oliver didn't enjoy his company and started breaking everything just to try and catch the weird looking bug that appeared. Allen had also woken Arthur from his sleep and that wasn't very nice people like their sleep. But most of that was okay, nothing new but now Oliver nice pick woollen vest was stained with blood, he couldn't go out in public let alone have Claude (2P France) see him like this, Allen was going to pay for ruining his vest.
Walking out of his chaotic living room Oliver made his way to the kitchen to grab his faithful slicing knife that ever so treasured and made his way to the backyard where he could hear Allen most likely bashing Oliver flower garden again. Oliver walked outside into the sunlight where you would swear Oliver's hair was almost white when the sun hit it. Oliver glanced over to Allen who was practicing his swing against Oliver's sun flowers. With each swing, yellow petals would fall to the ground and be trampled by the feet of the soon to be dead man.
"Fucking British weirdo," Allen kept mumbling taking another swing at the flowers. Oliver despised that language and had no idea where Allen picked it up from. Pulling back his arm that was holding the knife Oliver lined it up with Allen's head and threw it. As it flew through the air Allen had raised his bat to the side of his head ready to swing again when the knife made contact with his hand. As the knife pierced his hand Allen let out a line of swear words.
"Oops my bad!" Oliver apologized with a smile.
"You fucking weirdo you've pinned my hand to my bat!" Allen screamed as blood poured out from his hand onto the ground.
"Sware ja- really?" Oliver questioned.
"REALLY!" Allen screamed. Oliver walked over to Allen and inspected his wounded hand. You could hardly see it behind all the blood but the knife had gone straight through his hand and had also pierced through the wooden bat keeping Allen's hand form letting go of the said weapon.
"Don't just look at it, help me!" Allen shouted in Oliver's face.
"Okay then," Oliver said as he reached for the knife. Grabbing the knife, Oliver then started pulling up and down slicing more of Allen's hand along the way. Allen ripped his hand away from Oliver's grasp.
"Holy fuck! On second thoughts I'll just go find my brother," Allen said as he started walking away then broke out into a sprint.
"Okay sweetie, come back soon and WATCH YOU'RE LANGUAGE!" Oliver said goodbye.
"Fuck NO!" Allen shouted over his shoulder as he left the premises.
"Where on earth does he get that from," Oliver wondered to himself when something else entered his mind, "He just ran off with my knife," Oliver whined when something caught his eye. Another one of those bugs was flying around near his flower garden. Oliver walked over to inspect it when another one appeared, then another and another. There seemed to be a trail of bugs leading away from Oliver's garden so he followed it. Oliver was astonished by the colours painted on their wings and couldn't help staring at them and following them deeper into his own garden. Wondering through a maze of hedges Oliver's eye's opened wide to find a whole bunch of these bugs flying everywhere around Oliver's old garden table and chairs where he used to go all the time to drink tea in peace and quiet. Along with these new types of bugs Oliver saw that there were also greaseglider flying around the bunch.
Oliver walked up to the abandoned table where the bugs swarmed around. The top of the table itself was made out of shards of a mirror that would reflect the sunlight. Oliver stood and stared at the tables mirrors and found an odd occurrence within them. The reflection of the bugs weren't colourful as they were but instead they were a reflection of greasegliders. Then one of the greasegliders on Oliver's side flew into the table as one of the bugs in the mirror did the same. Neither of them hit the mirror but instead flew right through it. The greaseglider that had been on his side of the mirror was now on the other. It was like they had switched places.
"Well this is a new development," Oliver grinned wickedly.