Oliver’s hive was incredibly small. His specific type of field fairy resided in groups built for survival. But they had to fly away from their territory for food or to mate with other fairies outside of their group. He landed on a flower, covered in pollen, tired from flying so far. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.

Markus didn’t really mind if Oliver pollinated some flowers. It was his purpose too after all, though more for on the field than on a patch of flowers. Though, since Markus was alone here, it was hard to take care of all the flowers

“Thank you! I take great care of every single one!”, he exclaimed with a proud smile. He talked to every flower, and his touch always left them more alive and colorful. That they felt more comfortable was a sideeffect.

“You’re able to speak to them, right? I can never make out what they’re trying to say.”, he questioned, humming softly. He could hear faint sounds from plants, but he was unable to translate them.

Oliver could tell how well Markus took care of the flowers in his territory. His kind was larger than flower fairies, but held less obvious magical properties.

“Yes! And I understand a few other plants too.”, Markus replied and nodded. Since he wasn’t a normal flower fairy -obvious by his unusual wings- his magic was stronger than of other fairies. It had been why he had been treated differently, which he had hated.

Oliver’s hive was incredibly small. His specific type of field fairy resided in groups built for survival. But they had to fly away from their territory for food or to mate with other fairies outside of their group. He landed on a flower, covered in pollen, tired from flying so far. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.

Markus didn’t really mind if Oliver pollinated some flowers. It was his purpose too after all, though more for on the field than on a patch of flowers. Though, since Markus was alone here, it was hard to take care of all the flowers

“Thank you! I take great care of every single one!”, he exclaimed with a proud smile. He talked to every flower, and his touch always left them more alive and colorful. That they felt more comfortable was a sideeffect.

Oliver’s hive was incredibly small. His specific type of field fairy resided in groups built for survival. But they had to fly away from their territory for food or to mate with other fairies outside of their group. He landed on a flower, covered in pollen, tired from flying so far. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.

“Yeah! It’s not that big, and I’m not too fond of other flower fairies. I don’t like how they treat me.”, Markus replied, humming softly. He curiously looked over to where Oliver was pointing, barely able to tell the difference between the field’s magic and the colony’s.

“It’s really nice to meet you as well!”, he trilled happily. He would love to have a friend! Someone who didn’t treat him differently, just because he was a little special.

“You live alone…? Isn’t it lonely?”, he asked, finding the idea of being away from other fairies odd. When Markus mentioned that he wasn’t fond of the others, he hoped that he hadn’t been expelled from his colony, if he had a colony at all.

Oliver smiled at him brightly, glad to be around him. He hoped that perhaps he could spend more time with Markus. “I live with five other fairies.”

“A little bit. But the flower’s are good enough company!”, Markus replied with a smile. He just didn’t like other flower fairies a lot, due to how he was treated at birth. Even if it was very uncommon for a flower fairy to be alone.

“That’s nice!”, he smiled. Living with a lot of others must be pretty nice.

Oliver’s hive was incredibly small. His specific type of field fairy resided in groups built for survival. But they had to fly away from their territory for food or to mate with other fairies outside of their group. He landed on a flower, covered in pollen, tired from flying so far. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.

“Yeah! It’s not that big, and I’m not too fond of other flower fairies. I don’t like how they treat me.”, Markus replied, humming softly. He curiously looked over to where Oliver was pointing, barely able to tell the difference between the field’s magic and the colony’s.

“It’s really nice to meet you as well!”, he trilled happily. He would love to have a friend! Someone who didn’t treat him differently, just because he was a little special.

Oliver’s hive was incredibly small. His specific type of field fairy resided in groups built for survival. But they had to fly away from their territory for food or to mate with other fairies outside of their group. He landed on a flower, covered in pollen, tired from flying so far. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.

“Oh, I didn’t know that someone else lived here–!”, Oliver admitted, looking him over. He was glad that it was a different species of fairy. If the stranger was another of his kind, it was unlikely that they were from the same colony.

The field fairy looked him over, sitting down nearby to rest. “I’m Oliver. I apologize if this pollen is getting everywhere. It’s from other flowers, I promise.”, he explained. Silken gloves covered his hands; he produced his own pollen.

“Oh, this is my flower field! I never knew other fairies lived nearby.”, Markus smiled, sitting up. He was rather small, being one of the smallest kinds. His wings, surprisingly, didn’t look like a butterfly’s though.

“I’m Markus! It’s no problem, I’m used to pollen.”, he smiled, wings fluttering slightly. He was happy about some company, that wasn’t a flower fairy.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Host flinched again when Oliver raised his head, but he still couldn’t see him much better than before. Oliver was just a dark silhouette.

He took a deep breath, shaky, and lightly shook his head. No. He didn’t trust Oliver, he didn’t want him to do anything. He knew Google, he knew Dark, he knew Wilford. Not by name, but by what they did. Hurt him, experiment on him, torture him. No one was nice to him. He didn’t think anyone should.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Host stayed silent. For one he didn’t feel strong enough to speak, and second he didn’t trust Oliver. He had been poisoned before, been forced to drink liquid soap -which had been the worst thing he had ever experienced before. He didn’t trust Oliver to really give him water, or soup, or anything.

He just wanted to be left alone, finally be allowed to die. He didn’t believe he’d be allowed to live.

So he couldn’t, then. Likely from something that the others had done to him. Oliver tilted his head, considering his options before going back upstairs, just for a few minutes.

When he returned, there was a bottle of water in his hands, as well as a small piece of bread. It was better than nothing. ~~He needed to keep this man alive~~. “I-it isn’t much, b-but it’s somethi-i-ng.”, he told him, putting his fingers in the water and brushing them against his lips. “There i-s n-nothing wrong with it, o-kay?”

Host had closed his eyes when Oliver left. He was so tired. He hoped he could fall asleep again, he didn’t want to be here for so long. It was tiring, and exhausting, and killing him slowly.

He didn’t open his eyes when Oliver came back, uncaring. He barely listened to him in the first place, too tired, uncaring. He flinched when he felt Oliver’s wet fingers against his lips, blearily opening his eyes again. He tried to look at Oliver, for a moment, before his gaze fell back to the ground.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Host stayed silent. For one he didn’t feel strong enough to speak, and second he didn’t trust Oliver. He had been poisoned before, been forced to drink liquid soap -which had been the worst thing he had ever experienced before. He didn’t trust Oliver to really give him water, or soup, or anything.

He just wanted to be left alone, finally be allowed to die. He didn’t believe he’d be allowed to live.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Host’s brows furrowed at the squeaking, before he tiredly blinked his eyes open, barely able to see someone approaching. He heard it though.

He flinched at the touch, staying tense no matter how gentle the touch was. He wasn’t meant to be liked, not as far as he was aware of.

When the prisoner woke up, he drew his hand away, watching them carefully. He kept his distance, unlike others that visited.

“Why a-are they keepi-ing y-ou here?”, he murmured under his breath, mostly to himself. There didn’t seem to be any logical reason for the stranger to be kept and seemingly tortured. Dark and the other androids followed some kind of logic, and this didn’t make any sense to him.

Host didn’t answer. Why should he? He wasn’t sure why he was kept here. There probably had been a reason. Someone before them who had owned him, someone who might’ve cared for him, maybe he was supposed to know something, maybe he was supposed to be used for something. He didn’t know.

He kept his head leaning against the wall, eyes half-lidded as he looked at Oliver. He couldn’t really see him. He could see the dark spot Oliver made, since behind him was the bit of light from the still open door. He could be anyone, it didn’t matter to him.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Host’s brows furrowed at the squeaking, before he tiredly blinked his eyes open, barely able to see someone approaching. He heard it though.

He flinched at the touch, staying tense no matter how gentle the touch was. He wasn’t meant to be liked, not as far as he was aware of.