"Are you sure you want to do this ______?" your best friend Arthur tugged on the hood of his cloak.
"I want an explanation Arthur." You tightened your grip on the plastic container in your hands.
"He's dangerous love."
"I know." You stepped forward, towards the swirling portal. Arthur grimaced. Rolling your eyes, you stepped through the swirling edges of the portal.
For a few moments everything was black. Everything soon came into focus.
You looked around the familiar basement. Well not quite. England's pentagram and rune markings wear no longer there. Just boxes of what looked like rusted cup cake pans.
You made your way through the boxes, staring warily at the stairs. When you reached them you pursed your lips.
The only sound in the house so far had been your footsteps. That really set you on edge.
Quickly running up the stairs you looked around. Still no signs of life.
Ugh. You made a face at Oliver's choice in decorations.
Cupcake themed pillows and other trinkets were everywhere. Blue and Pink were the main colors of the room.
You entered the kitchen and frowned, tossing the plastic container onto the counter. The blue and pink cupcake inside fell onto its side.
And there were still no signs of life.
You noticed another staircase near the kitchen. Walking up them slowly, you looked behind you, half expecting to see someone behind you.
The second floor was a long hallway with three doors.
The first one was a bathroom. Closing that door, you opened the second door. It was a bedroom. Fluffy pink and blue pillows strewn across the bed.
Grimacing you turned around.
Arms snaked around your waist. Shrieking you flailed about, trying to dislodge them.
"Now, now poppet. That's no way for a lady to act." A familiar voice giggled, his warm breath against the back of your neck.
"Let me go Oliver."
The arms dropped. Turning, you glared at the man behind you.
Oliver smiled, his swirling pink and blue eyes twinkling.
"Did you get the cupcake I sent you?"
"Yes. And I brought it back."
The smile slipped off his face. "Y-you brought it back?"
"I'm not an idiot. I know you poison your cupcakes." Your tone was cold.
Oliver lowered his head, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Just leave me alone. Quite leaving your stupid cupcakes in my house."
Turning you walked for the door.
Oliver's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a iron hold. You felt a surge of panic. His grip continued to tighten, your wrist creaking with protest.
"LET GO!" You lashed out with your other hand and smacked him across the face. Squeaking, he let go of your arm, falling to his knees.
"P-poppet." Oliver sobbed. Holding his face in his hands he began to cry. Loud child like sobs shook his shoulders.
You stood flabbergasted, not sure what to do. You watched, feeling slightly ashamed.
A loud sniffle was your only answer.
Turning once again, you walked out of the room. You had do what you came to do, time to go back home.
"Where do you think you're going poppet?"
You fell down the stairs. Something had grabbed your ankle, causing you to trip.
Oliver grinned at the top of the stairs. You growled, glaring at at him.
Slowly he walked down the stairs, wiping his eyes. You could see the freckles he usually kept so well hidden.
"You can't leave poppet. I won't let you go back to the other me."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he crouched over you, smirking.
"Arthur is a good man."
Oliver snorted, "Arthur is a weak asshole."
Geez. Oliver must really be mad, he never cursed like that.
"At least he doesn't wear make up."
Oliver flinched, the hurt clear in his eyes.
"I just......" Tears welled up in his brilliantly colored eyes.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"I just wanted to make something nice for your Birthday."
The words were barely a whisper, yet they made something inside you warm up. Reaching up you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.