Casey: Sadly I am now writing with the insane killer who broke the mirror now;-; please help me…
Oliver: Why poppet?
Casey: DON'T CALL ME POPPET!
Oliver: Would you prefer me to call you dead?
Casey: You just made no sense…
Arthur ran as fast as he could again. Except this time he had an insane killer chasing him. He was also slightly slower because of being tired. "Poppet~" The sickly kind voice came from behind him "You can't get away from yourself~". "I'M NOT RUNNING FROM MYSELF!" Arthur called backwards "I'M RUNNING FROM AN INSANE MAD MAN WHO'S MAD AT ME FOR SWEARING A SINGLE BLOODY WORD!" He stopped then "Hold on a minuet. You CAN'T kill me. Not unless YOU want to die too," Arthur said.
That didn't stop a knife from going dangerously close to his neck as Oliver slashed at him. Arthur's eyes went small and he stepped back on instinct. With the step back, his leg swung high into the air and kicked Oliver right in the jaw. Oliver fell backwards and held his jaw. "That hurt poppet!" Oliver said, close to crying in pain "Why would you DO that?!" "Instinct," Arthur replied easily.
"It still hurt!" Oliver said. Arthur, who suddenly got a piercing pain in his jaw, quickly held his jaw in pain. "Damn that was a stupid idea…" Arthur said. Oliver stood up and flicked him on the nose "NO SWEARING!" Oliver said madly. "FINE! Just never touch me again!" Arthur said madly as Oliver was. "Anyways, it seems we SOMEHOW have a connection so I'd say you're my 2P." Arthur said. "Appears so. I'm Oliver." The 2P said with a regular smile.