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Oliver went off to do a few things to get ready for the night. He was quite giddy as he knew soon he would have the girl of his dreams all to himself for a while. He hummed and he worked on cooking when it was time for dinner. He was luckily, a rather good cook. He sprinkled a little bit of sleeping power into her food after he placed it on her plate.
He knocked on Francois' door. "I am about to feed her. I'll let you know when it is done. Be ready." He said and then skipped a little away.
He approached the door that lead down to the basement. He walked down happily and went to (y/n).
You heard the movement and knew who it was. A deep frown came across your face. You had been alone all day and were feeling quite a bit down because of it, not only that but you had been sitting the dark. Luckily you were no longer scared of it as you used to be as a child.
"Oh (y/n) I brought you some food." He said cheerily and placed it down near you. Just as he spoke though, the smell reached your nose, it smelled so good. When you rejected his cupcakes earlier he didn't bring you anything, until now.
"Go on, eat it. I'm not some bad cook if that is what you are worried about." He said and sat down nearby, but out of reach. Hesitantly you took the food and began to eat. Those eyes on you though were quite unsettling. He watched your every moment, or at least it felt like it. Could he see in this dark?
The food was amazing tasting and you were glad you could eat it. In your hunger you didn't even wonder or think about what could be in the food. There was no notion of poison or any other things.
As you ate you began to feel tired. Was it because of it being dark and your belly being filled? Your eyelids began to droop and you realized it wasn't normal for you to be drifting off so quickly. Suddenly your heart began to beat faster and faster. You were terrified. Quickly your eyes looked over at Oliver.
A grin began to cross his face, you could see his white teeth even in the darkness, and those eyes… they pierced through it, the swirls slowly returning to them. "Oliver what have you--"
"Hush poppet, it's bedtime. Now sleep like a good girl." He replied and you were fighting off the tired. You were no match for it; he put quite a bit in so as to make sure there would be 'lights out'. Soon you couldn't help it and soon there was darkness, complete darkness again. Not even the smile or the eyes, you were almost there. "He..lp..." you whispered before the full effect hit and you were out.
He knocked on Francois' door. "I am about to feed her. I'll let you know when it is done. Be ready." He said and then skipped a little away.
He approached the door that lead down to the basement. He walked down happily and went to (y/n).
You heard the movement and knew who it was. A deep frown came across your face. You had been alone all day and were feeling quite a bit down because of it, not only that but you had been sitting the dark. Luckily you were no longer scared of it as you used to be as a child.
"Oh (y/n) I brought you some food." He said cheerily and placed it down near you. Just as he spoke though, the smell reached your nose, it smelled so good. When you rejected his cupcakes earlier he didn't bring you anything, until now.
"Go on, eat it. I'm not some bad cook if that is what you are worried about." He said and sat down nearby, but out of reach. Hesitantly you took the food and began to eat. Those eyes on you though were quite unsettling. He watched your every moment, or at least it felt like it. Could he see in this dark?
The food was amazing tasting and you were glad you could eat it. In your hunger you didn't even wonder or think about what could be in the food. There was no notion of poison or any other things.
As you ate you began to feel tired. Was it because of it being dark and your belly being filled? Your eyelids began to droop and you realized it wasn't normal for you to be drifting off so quickly. Suddenly your heart began to beat faster and faster. You were terrified. Quickly your eyes looked over at Oliver.
A grin began to cross his face, you could see his white teeth even in the darkness, and those eyes… they pierced through it, the swirls slowly returning to them. "Oliver what have you--"
"Hush poppet, it's bedtime. Now sleep like a good girl." He replied and you were fighting off the tired. You were no match for it; he put quite a bit in so as to make sure there would be 'lights out'. Soon you couldn't help it and soon there was darkness, complete darkness again. Not even the smile or the eyes, you were almost there. "He..lp..." you whispered before the full effect hit and you were out.
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