Olly didn't care it was still time for school. He cared about his friends too much, and because of him, one of them was in the Hospital. He knew the way there, he's been there once when he was really young. He had been exposed to fire and he didn't have enough oxgagine so they took him to the Hospital to help. His parents...
He has never seen his parents' faces. The Origami Craftsman told Olly he was adopted. Olly vagely remembers his mother having blonde hair, and his dad having brown hair, but that was it. Nothing else seemed right, either-as if he had to make them look exactly like them or it didn't look right. He had blonde hair, so that's something he got from his mom. But...what else is there he could be missing. He ran into the room Scissors was in after getting directions and a visitors' pass.
"Scissors! Are you okay?"
"Olly?! You should be in school!" He started coughing. "Go back, don't worry about me. I'm fine."
"You're in the Hospital! Of course you're not fine!"
"I've been poisoned."
"What?! By who?"
"The same person after you. Who burned down your school, who seperated you two, everything."
"You know what happened, huh?"
Scissors nodded. "You are one of the two children who survived. You have a twin sister named-" He broke into a coughing fit. "I-I'm sorry. I can't explain right now. Go find somebody named Olivia. She'll help you."
"How do I know I can trust her?"
"You will. Just trust me. You'll know whether you can or not."
"Okay...thank you Scissors."
"Anytime, my King."
