>>28401116>"Do you think that she might have something to do with Oliver?">You shake your head.
"Fluttershy loves animals, she wouldn't harm him.">"Is she a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, we used to attend the same high school. We talked here and there, but nothing much.">Alyssum rubs her left hand on her wrist, clearly anxious on where her cat could be.
"Hey, don't you worry. He'll eventually turn up.">She gives you a weak smile.>"You've always been a good kid, Anon. Would you like some brownies?"
"I would, but you seem busy.">"Not really, I'll just wait for him to come back, I might as well take to time to do something."
"Sure, I always did love your brownies.">Alyssum nods before heading back inside.>You head for your window and stop when a faint smell of iron is around.>After a few whiffs, you find out that it came from the stain Fluttershy left on the glass.>You create a rough gulp and spray on the stain.>Maybe it could have been from something else.>Fluttershy could have tripped while walking, or she grabbed the prickly bush on the way here.>She wouldn't-- no, she couldn't do anything irrational, not to her own nature.>You wipe the bloodstain away, thinking that the worst is over and Oliver will come back.>Something catches you, when the bushes to your left rattle around.
"Is that you, Oliver?">The rustling continues down the row of bushes and stops when it reaches to the fence leading into your backyard.
"Come on, Oliver. Miss Alyssum misses your fuzzy ass.">You crouch down, expecting for him to pop out.>After a while, you look into the bush and find out that there is a hole in your wooden fence.>It was more than a hole for a cat, this hole was big enough to fit you.>You follow the hole to find someone in a black hoodie climbing your fence on the other side of the backyard.
"Hey!">They turn their head to the left, still covering their face.>When you crawl out of the hole and get up, they slide into the other side.