POV Y/N
"My name is Oliver, and I want you to meet someone," the white-haired boy asserts, positioning himself between us. His voice resonates with a captivating conviction, exuding an air of purpose. I find myself entranced by his appearance—the soft, fluffy texture of his messy white hair, adorned with a striking red streak that cascades down the left side of his head. My fingers itch with a desire to reach out and touch it.
A vibrant red shirt adorns his frame, perfectly complementing the fiery hue of his piercing eyes. The ensemble harmonizes seamlessly with his brown pants, accentuating the distinctive trait of red that defines him. Though not particularly towering in stature, his presence exudes an undeniable aura of leadership, a quality that emanates from within. Such individuals are a rarity, and I have never encountered anyone quite like him. The thought flickers through my mind, leaving me intrigued.
"What is it that you want from me?" I inquire, drawn to his enigmatic presence.
"I want to introduce you to someone," he replies, his words as succinct as they are cryptic.
It seems I cannot hope for further elucidation. The white-haired boy's gesture directs my attention to the black-haired figure beside him, who interjects, "I happened to witness your precision, your aim directly at the demon's eye—their weak spot."
So he saw, yet he made no effort to intervene? How peculiarly unhelpful. I withhold further inquiry, realizing that they likely seek my assistance, as most of the children here seem blissfully unaware of the greater scheme unfolding around us. But to whom are they seeking to introduce me?
"Um, well... we don't mean you any harm! However, discussing this matter here is challenging," the green-haired boy interjects, attempting to salvage the situation.
"We merely request your presence, to hear us out. The decision, of course, rests with you," adds the white-haired boy, leaving the final choice in my hands.
"... fine. Oliver, was it?" I confirm, receiving a nod in response, accompanied by a warm smile.
"Come on, we don't have all day," Oliver urges, his demeanor shifting with an air of determination. He strides forward, leading the way, and I can't help but murmur, "What a mood swing." My words prompt a chuckle from Sandy.
We follow Oliver's footsteps, arriving at a weathered windmill. He knocks on the door, producing a distinctive pattern, and calls out, "Adam, it's me, Oliver. Please open the door."
The door creaks open, granting us passage into the vast expanse of the building. I exchange a greeting with the tall figure standing inside before trailing just behind Oliver, with Zack and Sandy close behind.
How did I find myself here? Regret gnaws at my thoughts, taunting me for not seizing the opportunity to pack my belongings sooner, for hesitating until my impending birthday loomed overhead. What a colossal mistake.
Oliver swings open the door to another room, revealing a gathering of children, all around our age. Among them, I note two girls and two boys, each possessing unique features.
One of the girls'+
- sports glasses, her blue hair fashioned into playful pigtails, freckles adorning her face, adding a touch of charm to her visage.
The second girl, fair-skinned, boasts cascading black hair, partially styled, and is garbed in dark attire, a bandanna concealing her mouth, lending an air of mystery to her presence.
One of the boys captures my attention with a tiny two-leaf seedling sprouting atop his head. He dons a simple sweater, trousers, and an Aviator hat adorned with broken, rectangular goggles, failing to conceal the foliage from my gaze. His adorable blond hair and vibrant green eyes imbue him with an undeniable charm.
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Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction
Mystery / ThrillerY/N is an orphan who first lived in Glory Bell but had to Transfer to Grace Field. Life there was a dream in which everyone belonged in one big family. But for Y/N that dream hasn't existed for years. They are smart and need to adapt to these circu...
