Warnings
Drugs
Fantasy of torture
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I remember the same night I met the operative I had a nightmare, a demon of sort had appeared at the tip of my bed staring deeply into me, i don't remember much but I only knew that I was a heavy breathing mess.
All day I tried to focus on work but that dream still haunted me like it was following me, the other operatives had tried to give me injections but I refused with curiosity filling me as I wanted for only me to find out to what the hell that demon was.
"Operative Adorable?" Oliver waved his hand snapping me out of my deep thinking. My eyes locked with his with a dumbfounded state drawn on my face "Hm, whats up?" I asked. His grin was wide as he opened my hand handing a gift to me, the gift just happened to be a charm that was the shape of those fantasy orbs you see in fictional books "Whats this for?" My brain was trying to figure all the strings on why he had given such a thing. The same grin was filled with giggles as he squeezed me tight "Wahhh! I'm so proud of you." He clutched me like a baby. I only smiled and hugged him gently simply not questioning anything else.
Supreme leader had ordered me to do some simple tasks if I wasn't feeling well in my current state. I expressed to him it was nothing but he then insisted that I take care of myself or get injected by benevolent, which most would not see as a nightmare but I do experience a phobia of needles. Being cornered I gave up and was the earliest out for today, still dark out my foot steps were clear as being the only person out on these shady streets.
I heard foot steps behind me thinking it was a civilian getting into their residence but it didn't turn out to be that way, it was elegant like a prick of those same needles that are used to sew silk together.
"Adorable, I may ask you to stop walking." A unidentifiable voice spoke. I stood still preparing myself for the worse, soon a pale girl walked in-front of me, she then proceeded to lift my face up only realising her features were as the blossoms and the oni in Japanese mythology "What a pretty girl." The Oni smirked.
The snow hair and skin along with ripe pink accessories I couldn't stop observing her.
"You may think you are alone but are not." The last of her whispers as the gust of wind blew her away.
A blossom dropped and it was healthy which was unusual in a rotten world. So odd isn't it?
My eyes were half awake as my body unsteadily fell on my bed, last of the physical touch my nerves could detect was cold pair of hands brushing through my hair then escaping onto my back, I was hushed to sleep feeling the gentle hands hug me with the beauty of fresh breezes like before.
Egregious
I had built a relationship with the Oliver boy, he was filled with energy to the brim but yet so naive. He had thought I was some other friend that was inspiring but it wasn't the case for him in the version of reality.
He only sees people like me as someone to make memories and to care for, such an idiot for thinking that I would say.
I was only manipulating him to give me want I want, his [OPERATIVE] friend but by making come to me I need to deal with him first.
His face could be torn to shreds so is his fingers could be twitching while someone was there to kill him as he feared the shadow of the murderer, his tears can give the cold wood floor some water to sip as well as the blood that will seep throughout the cracks in the wood. I look at his face as he snuggled against my hand in his sleep of being drugged.
Now Oliver was vulnerable to me leaving a card to cut out his existence and only turning it into a memory to be with me, he was useless of course but he had emotions that kept adorable around, I may copy him as to bring her close and comeback to me only twisting it further.
Goodnight or goodbye, Oliver.
