Chapter 3

Oliver began to panic, his head darting around trying to find any way of escape even though he knew inside that he was doomed. He was trapped, exposed, and at the mercy of a creature far more powerful than himself. He glanced around, desperately searching for an escape, but there was none. He not only had been seen, but also spoken in the Prescience of a human, and been caught by said human, all in one night. wasn't he lucky.

The cold dome of glass that surrounded him seemed to shrink in on him with each passing second. The human towered over him, a looming giant. Every movement, every breath, was a threat. Oliver curled into a ball, shielding himself from the encroaching danger. He could hear the human's voice, a low rumble that seemed to echo in the confined space. But the words were lost in the cacophony of his own fear. Oliver's breath hitched when he saw the blurred movements through the foggy glass.

terrified of everything going on- the human, the prison he had been trapped it, the suspense of what was to come- Oliver hugging his knees like his life depended on it. he could hear the human talking, but with the glass encasement and Oliver quite literally having a panic attack, its safe to say, that the borrower didn't hear a word spoken. He knew what fate awaited him. It was a grim reality, a truth hammered into every borrower from birth. To be caught was to be doomed. He had been careless, reckless. If only he had been more cautious, more patient. But it was too late for regrets.

He knew what was going to happen to him. It had been hammered into his brain all his life.

You get caught, you die.

But he didn't want to die. He wasn't ready. If only he hadn't been so loud. If only he had checked his tools beforehand. He might have been safe. He wouldn't have been caught.

If only.

If only.

If only.

But there was no point in what-ifs now, nothing would change what was to come. Any second, the human would do away with him.

The air was quickly wasting with Oliver's frantic breaths. with the lack of oxygen, Oliver began to get light headed. he tried as herd as he could to keep his eyes open but with the stress of the situation, and his breathing so labored.

He heals his head, his brain started to go fuzzy. Then, Oliver noticed that the stale and musky air inside the jar had become absent. Still fearful to look, the tiny borrower lay there on the counter, exposed to the world for scrutiny.

Oliver herd a voice somewhere above him but it was obscured by a sharp ringing in his head. something large, stiff, but soft, touched his leg were it was injured and Oliver's eyes shot open as he curled into himself further to shield himself from the pain.

He hears it again, this time louder. A movement next to him caused Oliver to panic and he look around himself. to his horror, he saw the human's enormous face just feet away from him.

Oliver screamed and scrambled back wide eyed, until something hit his back on something soft. Oliver's head whipped back to see the humans enormous digits surrounding him everywhere. Oliver freaked, he looked around frantically, then saw a gap in the humans fingers. Oliver quickly leapt up and threw himself over the edge.

The air grew thin, his breath shallow. His vision blurred, his senses dulled. He was slipping away, fading into the darkness.

Then, a sudden shift. The suffocating pressure eased. A cool breeze brushed against his skin. He opened his eyes, disoriented and weak. The human's face loomed over him, its expression one of concern.

as soon as he did though, he instantly regretted it. Filled with virago as plummeted down to the about 50 feet of a drop to the ground and was falling at an alarming speed. Oliver braced for impact but it didn't come. instead Oliver landed on the familiar fleshy platform that curled around him upon impact.

Oliver was lifted up close to the humans enormous face and could see as it studied him closely with a look of....concern? no he must be imagining this.

"—ase be o-ay" it muttered with a look of sympathy.

Oliver was still shook from the near death fall he had just been saved from. he was shaking vigorously when the human spoke again.

'a-e yo- oka-?" he asked in concern. Oliver looked himself over. he was most certainly not fine, he had a sprained leg which was bruised, he felt his head and flinched when he felt the rather large bump, on top of that his heat thumped repeatedly.

Gentle hands lifted him, careful not to cause further harm. Oliver flinched, but the touch was surprisingly gentle. The human spoke, its voice soft and soothing.

Oliver's world spun. He was disoriented, injured, and terrified. Oliver's vision began to blur. the world began to sway uncontrollably around him, and then blackness.