He landed a few meters away from Schlatt. The man was purple-faced with anger, turning around abruptly by the sound. He gave a side-glacnce to Quackity, telling the man to shut up as he turned to Oliver. His eyes were wide and were looking like they would pop out of its socket soon, hair all ruffled up and uniform all messy. It wasn't too different from his usual drunk-self attire...but he still looked like a man who lost everything. He looked worse than wilbur, and that's saying something!

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" He yelled at him, stepping closer and closer to him. Quackity was standing not far off, confused by the sudden appearance of a kid. He had seen him a couple of times, even tried to come up with a conversation ones, but it didn't really work well for any of them...Quackity was punished with something weird...man couldn't walk for another few days after that (*wink**wink**nudge**nudge*). Oliver, meanwhile, was dropped into the void-hole after that small 'talk' he had with 'Big Q'.

The void-hole was something that Oliver became familiar with it...he was thrown into it a few times before, and every single time hurt more than the last. The void-hole would drop you down to half-a-heart, leaving you in agonising pain until you eventually die or someone gets you out...people run mad there; it leaves you out for dead, nothing but your own thoughts to keep you compony. The the whispers of silence keep crawling into your ear, the echoes that cross your brain...but in reality, there's nothing there other than the pure darkness of the void. You're just stuck there for the rest of time, until something could take pity on you...

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHERE WERE YOU?!" He scream at the boy, making him flinch. Oliver took a step back, quickly thinking up ideas of how he can escape his punishment. Schlatt kicked him in the stomach, making him fly back into a wall. He could feel his wings getting crushed under him, every single crack audibly echoing as he slowly slid down. He felt his hair being pulled and him being flipped over to his stomach. Schlatt laughed. Quackity looked in horror at the man.

"Oliver, where the fuck were you?" he growled again, yanking him by the hair again and looking at his blooded face. At the boy's silence as response, Schlatt rolled his eyes, pushing him back to the ground. Then, he step on one of his wings, crushing it under his feet. If it wasn't broken before, it definitely is now, bending it in ways that shouldn't be bent. The pain was astonishing. Oliver felt tears gushing up to his eyes. It's been a long time since he cried from pain...or cried at all. But he wouldn't cry. He couldn't cry; it will only make matters worse for him.

Schlatt grabbed him by the arm, tossing him over to Quackity, telling the man something Oliver didn't understand before the feeling of being pulled somewhere and then being dropped somewhere came over him. The realisation sent shivers down his spine. 

Oh nonononono! 

He was dropped into a void hole. He took a shaky breath, curling up in a small ball and started to cry. He didn't want to, he honestly didn't...but there was nothing he could do. He felt his health going down, every single heart sending shocks of pain through his whole body. His head was getting lightheaded and body tired. the lightness of the air made him go into a dream-like state, probably the only way he was able to survive for so long...

It was probably hours since he was dropped in, and those hour lasted like years until he heard a familiar voice. 

 "Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here?" It was the tall brunette guy...Wilbur was his name? right? "C'mon, I'm a friend of Claire's. You can trust me"

Oliver looked up, to find a tall lanky figure with brown fluffy hair. He wasn't sure it was wilbur, his vision being blurry from the tears still on his face. He didn't know whether to trust him or not, barely being able to pay attention to what the man was saying. Eventually, he gave in and grasped on Wilbur's stretched out hand. The other man was surprised how light the boy was, especially for his age. The light air of the hole finally becoming heavier and heavier, making Oliver gag. His lungs felt like crawling out of the end and straight to hell, every breath taking up too much energy he didn't have. He couldn't bare being there for any longer...he would pass out al any given chance...he was so tried...

Claire skipped happily out of the office, because she finished with the boring work she was assigned. Only to stop when she saw a familiar tall, lanky figure. "Wilbur? What in the world-you are not sup-" she started, but stopped when she saw who he was getting out the whole. "Oliver! Goodness.. Wilbur, if he can't walk, pick him up. My house is the closest. We are going there to help him ok?"

Wilbur nodded, Oliver passed out a long time ago."Both his wings are probably broken." he was calm throughout all the situation. "I don't know for how long he was there, but it was definitely over a day."

Claire nodded, literally making about 5 steps and then opening the door to a small hut in which she lived in. "I am not letting him go back to Schlatt. You're taking him with you so that he recovers and you won't let him go when he hears something you can't and tries to spread his wings. If you feel like something is wrong, don't come here. Write a letter. It's bad enough you're in my house at this very moment. ". Claire said, gesturing for Wilbur to put Oliver's bloody body on the bed as she got out her first aid kit.  

Wilbur nodded, smirking in his mind. Gaining trust won't be as hard as he first thought...

Claire looked at the unconscious body and started patching his wounds and cleaning them. "Let him rest." she said after she finished. "now, why are you here Wilbur?" she asked in a serious tone, sitting at the table and gesturing for him to do the same.

now, Wilbur isn't saying that he tolled Schlatt where oliver was in the form of a note by sighing it with Quackity's name, but he totally pushed some dominoes in order to achieve what he wants. 

 "uh-" wilbur shrugged, "-was just spying and saw the whole ordeal?" he cursed silently under his breath for the questioning tone.

Claire sighed. "stop lying." she looked him dead in the eyes. "tell me the fucking truth-" 

Her ears perked up when she heard a noise from behind her. She turned back to Oliver and saw him waking up slightly. "he's a fighter, innit?" she laughed slightly, getting closer to his bed, Wilbur waltzing out of her mind straight away. The man had curiosity written all over him; the boy was just crying from pain and now he was already waking up? whoa....this should be easy.

Oli jolted upright. His eyes darted around the entire room in panic. He speed his wings out, but immediately regretted it as sent many other shocks of pain down his spine, hunching over in pain and shaking. out of panic, he flapped his wings a few more times, knocking over stuff on shelves and nightstands. He was shaking from pain and shock as he tried to figure out where he was.

Claire rushed to the bed. "Hey Oliver, this is my home. You're safe now. I don't know if you remember, but Wilber helped you get here." Claire spoke softly sitting next to him. Oil's breathing was irrational, before starting to violently cough out blood.

"Wilbur, GET A TOWEL" Claire said, while putting her hand under Oliver's jaw to hopefully get the blood that he's coughing in there and not on the bed or floor, while she was gently rubbing his back, a bit nervous.

Wilbur ran for the towel, finding it quickly under the kitchen cabinet and giving it to her.

Claire started using he towel instead of her hand. 

Oliver stopped shaking as much, but was still in his 'fight-or-flight' mode. His claws came out and his body was tense, but at least he wasn't drooling out as much blood now. Oliver started to feel lightheaded before collapsing onto the bed again, his vision darkening as his eyes closed.

"Let's go get Niki" Claire said. "she's better with this stuff"

Wilbur looked at her, cocking his eyebrow. "I can't go. If they see me, I'm dead. It's safer if you go. For both Ollie and me" 

Claire nodded. "don't do anything stupid" she took her coat and left towards Niki.

As soon as Claire left, Wilbur's face changed. "Oh Claire, how naive you could be..." he laughter to himself. "Oliver," he looked over at the boy, shaking him awake rather roughly.

The boy woke up and tried to sit up, but failed miserably. "They're lying to you...Clair's lying to you man! They would drop you at the second you start being useless to them." he was speaking in a harsh undertone. "but me? I'm just a guy who wants all sufferings to end! I'm the one you could trust! You could trust me. All the other's are talking shit." Wilbur said, a smirk sliding onto his face. "I know you don't want to hurt people, and you're just a gear caught up in the system! You're stuck in here! But I'll show you a way out! I know the other side...and it may be dark, but you'll be free." 

"you trust me, right?"

the words echoed inside Oliver's mind. He was deep in thoughts, probably over-thinging all of it, but Wilbur's probably right...he's been used as a tool before, even now!, what's stopping from Claire doing the exact same thing? 

What's stopping her from dropping him into the void?

"no one would care if you died right there, in that hole, but you know who showed up to help? I did." theses thoughts kept intruding on Oli's mind. "just end all the suffering! everyone wants you to do it! Kill the all! Destroy Manburg! Don't be Faith's most obedient slave!"

Was Claire really lying to him?

Oliver stopped his train of thoughts, looking at Wilbur, dead into his crimson-red eyes. Oliver looked, Oliver smiled, 

and he nodded.

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