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Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader 4

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You awoke the next morning, not having another nightmare.

You didn't have another nightmare because you stayed awake all night so you COULDN'T have another nightmare.

You sat up and put your feet on the chilled floor. You trembled slightly from the cold, but you stood up. You yawned and shuffled out of the room, heading to the stairs. You walked down the stairs, smelling bacon. Raising an eyebrow, you continued walking down the stairs, right into the kitchen.

Oliver was standing by the stove, frying bacon. He turned and saw you, then smiled brightly. "Good morning, poppet~ I'm making us both breakfast~!" He put a few pieces of crisp bacon on each plate that was next to him. He turned off the stove and handed you a plate. "Here you go, dear~" he chirped.

You looked down at your plate. He had made you pancakes, hash-browns, and bacon. 'There is NO way this guy could be a murderer!' you thought to yourself. You smiled slightly and followed Oliver. He led you out to the diner area ad sat down, patting the seat across from him. Sitting down, you noticed that there were pink roses in a vase in the middle of the table.

Oliver had already started eating. You smiled slightly and started to eat your food, starting with the pancakes. They were wonderful! You could taste everything you have ever wanted in a pancake in it. Smirking to yourself, you thought of Arthur's horrible cooking, and how he almost blew up the kitchen with everything he made.

You remembered this one time, when Arthur was trying to make a bowl of cereal. He put the cereal in the bowl, then poured the milk in. It then burst into flames. You had no idea how that had happened, but it had, and you had to call the fire department.

You smiled and ate more of your breakfast. "I'll be right back, poppet." Oliver said as he stood up. You nodded, because your mouth was full of the almost heavenly food. After a couple minutes, he came back with two teacups. He placed one in front of you and took a sip of his. You glanced into the cup.

Red. This tea was red. Blood-red. You trembled slightly.

"Are you alright love? It's almost like you've never had a cup of strawberry tea before!" Oliver giggled slightly and you smiled weakly.

"N-No, I haven't... I-Is it always this... This..."

"Color? Of course, dear. Are you sure you're alright?"

You nodded quickly, afraid to drink the tea. Oliver took another sip of his tea, smiled blissfully, and put his cup down. "Poppet, please take a sip. Please?" he begged, looking at you with big puppy dog eyes. Groaning slightly, you picked up your cup reluctantly. You brought it to your lips and took a small sip. You smacked your lips.

Strawberry. It didn't taste weird or anything. Well, what do you know? It just tasted like strawberry. Glancing back down at your cup, you noticed that it wasn't blood-red. It was a warming red-brown. You blinked in surprise and rubbed your head in confusion.

Then it hit you. You hadn't had any sleep, so you figured that you were just sleep-deprived. You laughed slightly to yourself. Oliver looked up at your from his food, swallowed, and asked, "Dear, is something funny?" You shook your head, "No, no. It's nothing." You smiled and finished up your breakfast, knowing that there was no way he could be a murderer.

Bang bang bang!

Oliver looked up at the door. "I'll get it." He stood up and opened the door. You heard some talking, then Oliver saying, "_____, dear, there's someone at the door for you~" You raised an eyebrow and walked to the door, only to be glomped.

Not just glomped, but glomped by a sobbing Spring. "_____!! I was so worried!! I didn't know what to do when you didn't let me know anything!!"

Spring was very emotional, and she wanted to make sure that everyone was safe all the time. If she didn't know, she would freak out.

Exhibit A.

"Spring, it's alright. I'm fine."

"You know you have to call me once a day!! Do you even KNOW how worried Artie and I were!?"

You chuckled slightly. She was starting to sound like your mother.

Spring sobbed into your shoulder. "Poppet, I'll give you two some time alone." Oliver left the room, leaving you with Spring.

Spring sobbed, "A-And it didn't help that I h-had a horrible nightmare last night! T-That guy, Oliver, k-killed Arthur in front of me, t-then killed me! A-And the last thing I saw before I woke up was O-Oliver stabbing you!"

You eyes almost bugged out of your skull.

"I had the same dream, Spring."

She sniffled and looked up at you. "Y-You did...?" You nodded. "Mostly because I did some research, and..." you mumbled, "I think he might be the Cupcake Killer." Spring looked at you with big eyes.

"_____, that's n-not possible. T-They caught the Cupcake Killer months ago. H-He plead insanity and w-was sent to a mental institution. H-He killed himself in there." You blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" Spring nodded. "Yes. I-I'm sure of it."

You sighed in relief. "So he can't be a murderer! I was wrong the whole time! I've never been so happy I was wrong before!"

Swirling eyes were watching you as you chatted with Spring.

'She will soon be mine. She shall taste delicious~' the man thought to himself.

((To be continued~))
So, Oliver isn't the Cupcake Killer, and Spring had the same dream as you~

What shall follow? And who keeps watching you? IS it Oliver?

We shall see in the next chapter~

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Winter-Sylvsbuck's avatar
Oliver, If you turn me into a cupcake all you will taste is ginger. And ginger isnt a real good flavour for a cupcake.