A/N: New chapter! I was soooo happy to get the cupcake scene done, I hope you like it! Also, as I wrote this in two days, let me know if you find any spelling errors (I've had very little sleep due to homework).

Enjoy~

Chapter 4

Nightmares and Cupcakes

Unconsciousness due to sensory overload is not the same as being simply unconscious. When someone is unconscious, usually they are unaware of what's going on around them. However, for me it's the opposite: I know exactly what's going on. I just can't show it since my body is paralyzed during this time. The doctors said it's because my body is trying to cope with my senses or something like that. They used a lot more technical terms, but that's the gist of it.

My relatives and I call it sensory paralysis because every single time I have one of these attacks I can never see what's going on around me. My eyes always close when my consciousness starts to slip away, and as I can't control my body during these episodes, I can't open them.

All my other senses work during this time, but I can't control them either, meaning I could end up in severe pain if Oliver did anything to me.

So there I was, aware of what was going on around me but unable to do anything about it. I just had to wait and listen. Oliver was still on top of me, pinning me down, and my wrists were throbbing due to the touch.

"Poppet, can you hear me?" I heard Oliver ask slowly, his accent surprisingly pleasant to listen to. My hearing is my most sensitive sense during this time, so I was quite surprised that I felt no pain in my ears when he spoke. Everything got quite, and I felt Oliver let go of my wrists. They still felt sore, but at least they stopped throbbing in pain.

What is he doing? I wondered to myself. I found out my answer a moment later when I felt an icy sting on my neck, he was checking my pulse. A few moments passed before the coldness went away. I heard him sigh.

"If only I could make some cupcakes right now" Oliver muttered to himself as he walked away.

There is a girl passed out right in front of you and you want to make cupcakes?! I thought angrily to myself. What a jerk.

I listened as he tried to open the door.

Still locked it seems, serves you right jerk. I thought with smug satisfaction. My smugness disappeared as I heard his footsteps come towards me again…and then they stopped. The lights had turned off again with an audible click. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a silent whimper…was that Oliver? He clumsily made his way back to me and sat down.

"I don't like being in here poppet…it brings back bad memories" He whispered sadly. My internal smug smile was wiped off my face, he sounded so…lost, so broken. There was nothing I could do to show I heard him, nothing I could do to comfort him so I waited. I still had a few minutes before I would regain full consciousness.

"You don't know about that though poppet, you're not allowed to." I heard him lay down beside me, his breathing slowed down. After a few minutes, it seemed like he fell asleep. I slowly felt myself regain control of my body, and I opened my eyes. As I waited for my eyes to adjust, I sat up.

I could hear Oliver on my left sleeping. The door was behind him. I looked down at the key in my hand and back to Oliver. I decided I would come back for him later, after I smacked some sense into Sally. I'd lock her in here with him and see how she'd handle that. I slowly stood up and walked to the door, nearly tripping when he grabbed my ankle causing pain to shoot up my leg.

"Don't leave me…not again" He whispered still asleep. I tried to break his grip on my ankle, but it was impossible. It must have been one hell of a nightmare to make this psycho so afraid. I ignored the pain in my ankle as I sat down next to him, ready for what I suspected would happen. "Allen…don't do it." He whimpered. I wondered for a moment who "Allen" was, another robot maybe. "Matt…where's Allen" he whispered with a slight shiver. I briefly wondered what he was dreaming about before he screamed. "ALLEN! MATT HELP ME!" He cried as he thrashed around. I quickly pinned his arms down, preventing him from hurting himself.

"Oliver! Listen to me, you are dreaming and you need to get up!" I shouted. He didn't wake up, but he stopped thrashing around. I took that as encouragement and tried a different approach. "Oliver" I whispered calmly. He sniffled in response. "You are dreaming right now, whatever you are seeing right now is not real. It's time to wake up." His nightmare seemed to be over. I let go of his arms and sat down next to him, waiting for him to wake up.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness at this point, so I saw when his eyes flickered open, a few tear trails on his face. "Hi Oliver" I chirped. He sat up quickly, wiped the tears away and looked at me, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"Hello poppet" he replied cheerfully, acting as if he wasn't just crying. I held my hand out.

"Name's not poppet, it's Felicity. Nice to meet you Oliver" I said mimicking his cheerfulness and smile. He took my hand and kissed it, judging by the burning feeling on the back of my hand.

"A pleasure" He said with a giggle. He did well to hide his fear, but not well enough for me. I could hear the discomfort in his giggle, and he was shaking when he took my hand.

"Well Oliver" I stood up and took a step towards the door, "Ready to get out of here?" I waited for him to get up and follow.

"That would be great poppet, but how?" he asked. "I tried the door earlier, it's locked."

"And how do you open a locked door?" I replied with a smirk on my face. A few seconds passed before he put it together.

"You have the key." He mumbled with a soft laugh, getting up to follow me. "Have you had it the entire time poppet?"

"Ever since you put that knife to my neck" I replied with annoyance. I'm good at holding grudges. However I'm not good at dealing with the unexpected, which was what Oliver did. Of all the things he could have done, hugging me was the last thing I expected.

"I'm sorry poppet, I was just angry to be awoken by swearing." I could hear the smile in his voice. It was probably the same psychotic smile he was wearing earlier. "I don't like it when people swear."

"It's alright, but can you stop hugging me? It hurts." I choked out. I wasn't expecting it, so I didn't dial down that sense in time. It felt like I was being jabbed with hundreds of needles. He let go immediately and turned me around.

"It hurts?" He repeated, obviously confused. "How can a hug hurt, hugs are great!" He spread his arms about to hug me again, but I dashed to the door instead.

"You already caused me to pass out once today, stop chasing me and I can explain!" I screamed at him. I was getting tired of all this. I unlocked the door and opened it, only to be met by Sally's smirking face.

"Hey sis! Hi Oliver!" Sally said happily, giving Oliver a hug. "If you ever need a hug Oliver I'll give you one, I'll even make cupcakes with you!" Again with the cupcakes?!

She seemed to be excited to see him and he seemed to be happy getting a hug, but I couldn't understand why she was so relaxed around him.

"Sally I need to talk to you, Oliver give us a minute." I said emotionlessly, too tired to keep my act up, Oliver seemed surprised and a bit curious at my tone, but didn't follow us. We walked upstairs to my room and closed the door.

"What's up Feli? How are you and Oliver getting along?" She asked innocently.

"Well dearest little sis" I began, a psychotic smile of my own rising on my face. "You stomped on my toe, causing me excruciating pain. You locked me in a room with Oliver, who at one point held a knife to my throat. He then pinned me to the ground and gave me sensory overload, did I mention the almost killing me part?" I chuckled, slowly losing my composure. I knew I was losing it, I could feel myself going numb, and Sally knew me well enough to tell when I was about to breakdown. She saw it happen before.

"Sis, you're seconds away from a meltdown, get it together." She whispered as she covered my eyes with her hands. I couldn't feel them. "Do what you always do, lock them in a box, cover them in black ink. Don't think about it now. We have Oliver to deal with." I focused myself and blinked away the tears I didn't realize were forming. She was right, this was not the time. I turned around, walked to the mirror and looked at myself. My honey brown eyes were met by matching pair in the mirror, and they looked sad, empty.

Well, some say the eyes are a doorway to the soul. Looking at myself in the mirror at that moment, I would completely agree. I was broken, beyond repair. My curse would forever haunt me. I watched as a few more tears slid down my face before closing my eyes and rebuilding my walls. My walls protect me and those around me. When I opened them I saw the girl I'd grown used to seeing, the girl wearing a mask.

I took a deep breath and stepped away from the mirror.

We walked back downstairs after I pulled myself together. Sally was acting like her usual overly cheerful, mischievous self and I had gone back to my façade. As we walked down the stairs, we heard what sounded like singing coming from the kitchen.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man

Was that…patty cake?

"Seems like Oliver is baking something, let's go see sis!" Sally chirped as she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. It smelled…sweet, like really sweet. My eyes were tearing up because of how sweet it smelled. I covered my nose to numb that sense while Sally gave Oliver another hug.

"Hi again Oliver! What are you making?" Sally asked him. He turned around and gave us a big smile, one that actually wasn't psychotic.

"Cupcakes! Would you like one poppet? They'll be done in a few minutes." He replied happily. Sally and I left the kitchen and went into the dining room to wait.

"Hey sis, can you do me a favor?" Sally asked.

"Why?" I snapped, still annoyed for what she did earlier.

"Because I'm your one and only little cousin" she said, purposely ignoring my attitude.

"Give me an actual reason" I replied. She got quiet for a minute, probably wondering how to get me to do this "favor" of hers.

"I can tell you about the 2Ps, the units we ordered" she said, no longer wearing her smile. She was serious. I paused, her words sinking in.

"You knew all along-" I began before she interrupted me.

"I wouldn't have picked the 2Ps otherwise. The 1Ps wouldn't understand you." All this talk of 2Ps and 1Ps was starting to confuse me.

"Fine, what's your favor?" Her smile returned and she let out a breath of relief.

"I want you to eat Oliver's cupcakes before me and make sure nothing bad is in them." I raised an eyebrow at this. She wasn't kidding.

"Do you think he might poison us?" I whispered to her, not wanting Oliver to hear. He was still singing patty-cake in the kitchen, but he's a robot. He could have super hearing or something like that.

"No, he wouldn't do that. Not purposely anyway." Sally whispered back, her eyes darting to the door that led to the kitchen. "But he's a bit unpredictable as you probably realized."

"Agreed, but you're explaining everything to me tonight." I was sick of being confused, I needed information.

"Deal" the singing stopped. "Oliver's probably finished, get ready" She whispered as she sat back up, smiling again. Sally is a thrill seeker, so it was no surprise to me that her smile was genuine.

As Oliver walked in with his cupcakes, I covered my nose again. Why did they smell so sweet? Did he put an entire cup of sugar into each cupcake?!

"Alright poppets, enjoy!" He said happily, taking a seat next to me and handed me a cupcake. I took the cupcake, but I kept looking at him. He was actually… kind of cute, for being a psychotic robot and all. I didn't realize I was staring until my sister broke the silence.

"What flavor is it?" Sally asked him, diverting his attention away from me and mine away from him.

"It's chocolate! Do you like chocolate poppet?" he asked me. His eyes lit up, and he seemed like a little kid rather than the robot who held a knife to my neck earlier.

"Yeah it's my favorite" I lied. No one asks a question that starts with "do you like" to hear "no" as an answer. Oliver gave me a strange look, and for a moment I thought he realized I was lying, but I just smiled and took a bite. The best way to make others believe a lie is by backing it up with actions…like eating a chocolate cupcake.

I closed my eyes and focused on my sense of taste. It was overwhelming sweet. I ignored it and focused on what else I could taste. Flour, cocoa powder, milk, butter, … and something else. Definitely not something usually in a cupcake, but what was it?

I forced myself to keep my smile on, but looked at my sister, trying to warn her not to eat it. She seemed to get the message and started a conversation with Oliver. I wasn't listening though, I was trying to figure out the mystery ingredient.

It was salty, and…sour? No, it was bitter not sour. As I tried to figure it out, I had a flashback to when I was little and I cursed for the first time. This was the same taste as that punishment. I stood up and spit out the cupcake in the garbage.

"SOAP!" I shouted. "Oliver did you put soap in that cupcake?!" I turned and glared at him. He was still smiling, that jerk.

"No." He said with a giggle. He was mocking me and I was starting to get angry.

"Was it in the frosting?" Sally asked, patiently waiting for Oliver's answer. He didn't reply.

"So it was in the frosting then." I mumbled angrily under my breath. I was pissed. That taste was going to be stuck in my mouth for days. "What the f-" I began before Sally covered my mouth with her hands, stopping me from swearing.

"What she means to say is why did you put soap in the frosting?" Sally said calmly, but coldly. She wasn't happy about this either it seemed. Oliver was starting to tear up now. Sally was terrifying when she wasn't her usual carefree self.

"I-I'm sorry." He sniffled. "I just wanted to clean up Felicity's mouth since she swore earlier" He whimpered. I sighed; this swearing business was going to get me killed, either by poison or by knife.

"Is there any other way you will forgive my swearing?" I asked. He paused for a moment, lost in thought, then smiled and ran into the kitchen.

I glanced at my sister as she handed me a quarter. I raised an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled.

Oliver came back a moment later holding out a jar.

"This is the swear jar, and you must put in a quarter every time you swear, alright poppet?" He asked with a giggle. I suppressed a shiver when he said that. His smile seemed to serve as silent threat rather than an expression of happiness.

"Sure." I said, ignoring his creepy smile and put a quarter in. "Are we good now?" I asked. Right after I finished asking my question I felt Sally pull me back. Oliver had tried to hug me again.

"Don't touch her" Sally said, and Oliver started to tear up again. He was like a little puppy.

"I don't want to hurt her, I just want to hug her!" He cried, obviously hurt that I refused to hug him twice now. I left it up to Sally to explain my condition to Oliver, I was exhausted. I slowly made my way upstairs and into my room, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I had completely forgotten to ask Sally to explain the 2Ps to me. Well, that would just have to wait until tomorrow morning.

A/N: Hope you liked that chapter! If you have any suggestions/tips on how to write Oliver's personality please let me know :)