" ooookay. " He didn't argue with Ozzy, mainly because he is older and Olive was told he has to listen to adults.

Olive looked around himself.

" Oh! This was where I was raised, by my three caretakers from my papa. "

Explained about this dream.

" This was an abandoned building, I used to entertain kids like me! "

" Really?! "

His eyes shine back to happiness again. The nightmare around them changed to his favorite place.

It looked like a large safe place.

Olive looking at his feet. Knows that excuse isn't gonna work anymore.

" I am not.. "

He finally told the truth.

" I tried to be careful with the paint this time. "

He says, as it didn't go well.

"I do, thank you Mama!!"

Olive smiled and gave her a big hug.

" That can happen?! "

Olive didn't know it could, didn't want that to happen at all. Realize too he said too much.

" No I don't.. but I am alright-- a little. "

His eyes sparkled see it, went over now to look in it.

" Yay! "

He smiled and giggled happily.

Now his eyes are on the butterflies. They were very pretty.

" Want me to put glitter on me??? "

Olive held up a box of glitter.

He looked down about it.

" ... I didn't want to bother you about it. "

Wanted to keep it hidden, and thought he can handle his own fears by himself.

" He is scary. Felt like he knows I don't have parents. "

His eyes watched, very fascinated. Sip his apple juice while watching.

" I painted you and Papas a picture! "

Wasn't the best, or the worst.

He sniffled as he hid under his safe spot of the dream. His eyes opened though.

Spotted CK, he isn't a shadow figure. Smelly he came out when the others disappeared.

" Mister? "

Small sniffle coming out of him.

" ooooo! I wanna see one or do an act! "

" I wanted to paint, and glitter! "

As he shows there was glitter. Yet he doesn't have glitter on himself, how odd-

Sweet

✖️— 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙩! 𝙓𝙂𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨. —✖️

Olive was caught by surprise, but he giggled.

" Hi Mama! "

" Oh?? "

As he noms on a tiny cake.

Olive got his hands with paint again, covered all over while he was blending colors on his canvas.

Finished up he didn't know where to clean himself.

A child's weakness... Sweets, notice they are tiny. His eyes now at the fools.

" Who are they??? "

sips apple juice

Olive gasp as he looked at Harlequin.

He got the spray bottle, aka Anti-Harlequin spray.

“ Bad! Go to the box of shame! “

“ But you purr when I gave you head pats and a cookie. “

That helped him, feeling at ease. Calmed down now.

“ Night mama… love you. “

He says slowly as he drift to sleep.

There he goes, off to a new bed. Little worried being visible.

Yet the bed was more comfortable.

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Olive is sleepy again, he crawls back into the box to sleep.