"O-Oliver doesn't lie... OLIVER WOULDN'T LIE TO ME!" Alfred screamed. "...He wouldn't right?"
Arthur walked up to Alfred, taking his hand gently. He frowned when he was the boy flinch.
"Alfred... brother... you know he's lying, you-"
"GET AWAY FROM MY POPPET!"
Oliver ran to Alfred, pulling out a kitchen knife and stabbing Arthur in the gut.
Arthur looked at the blood in horror before collapsing.
Oliver giggled crazily.
"MON AMOUR! ARTHUR!" Frears ran over to him.
Alfred looked at Ollie in shock. "That... was my brother... my big brother..."
"No, no, poppet; can't you see? He was going to hurt you."
Alfred shook his head slowly. "He was just holding my hand and you..." He started crying.
Oliver sighed. "I really didn't want to do this, but..." He snapped. Three boys appeared, all looked about Oliver's age and they all had dull lifeless eyes. "Francois, Andres, Gillen, keep our poppet safe."
They nodded absently, walking over and grabbing the merman.
"H-hey!" Alfred yelled in alarm.
Oliver smiled. You could practically feel the venom dripping from his insane beam. "Now... let's play."