Disclaimer: I do not own Ock or the tentacles... yada yada yada

Thank you for all the reviews! I'm enjoying them.. I hope this works now... I'm trying to get this as the next chapter and I'm only guessing this is how you do it. rolls eyesChapter 1.

Otto shivered slightly, feeling a cool breeze ruffle his hair. His thoughts were tired and dazed, but then a frown formed upon his brow, his eyes still closed. He felt something brush against him

He jerked slightly, and felt as if he was brushing up against a sandy beach. Frowning still, he started murmuring... "I don't feel well...where am I? Rosie?"

Slowly, he opened his eyes wearily and saw...nothing. A complete blackness like he never even opened his eyes. He gasped with horror and furiously rubbed his eyes, as if thinking cloth was over it...like the day in the operating room. For a moment, he wondered if it was just a moonless night but he heard the birds twittering in the trees.

His mind started to work furiously, and he remembered the pier. He had done the suicide mission. No one was able to survive such a thing...but then. He didn't feel as if he was dead. When you died... did you not feel any aches or pains anymore? Wouldn't he be able to see? "Didn't I die... my eyes? I cannot see..." He murmured to himself, starting to panic when something icy cold brushed against his shoulder, where part of his coat was ripped.

"What..."

Shhh...Father. You have survived because of us. We saved you!

Otto blanched, mentally hearing the unmistakable voice penetrate his thoughts. He knew. He knew that he had not died, but somehow, miraculously lived. All because of his arms. All because of this hideous invention he had made.

Shhh... Father. You did not want to die... we saved your life. We could not let you die when we could've easily saved you.

"No. No. How could you... why? Why couldn't I die?!" He whimpered in anguish out loud.

Father, we protected you from the broiling heat... We swam away to the surface so that you could live once more. Are you not proud of what we did?

He only moaned, closing his eyes, hating the fact that no matter what... everything would always be blackness to him. "How... I should've been burned to a crisp..." Thinking this, he began to notice the dull burning on his skin. Slowly, he sat up. Wishing he could see the damage that he had been done to him.

Shush now Father. You are safe now. We can see you only have a few cuts and bruises. Your skin is just a bit sunburned. You shall live.

"You...can see? But how? I cannot see..." He felt the tentacles shift and coil around him.

We were not affected. You are weak, Father, but we are strong. We could not let you die.

"You stupid, meddlesome things! Can't you see I wanted to die? I want... I want my Rosie. Oh Rose." He felt tears fill his eyes, desperately wishing he could get rid of the hideous things that were attached to his back.

Do not think of her! The arms cried sharply, She only gives you pain. Do you think she wanted you to give up? Would she want you to commit suicide?

"But I was saving the lives of others..." He cried bitterly, trying to turn his back on them. The interrupted him, clearly annoyed at his blubbering.

Yes. But you had a chance to live so we saved you. Rosie would have wanted you to at least try to live. You didn't try...and that's where we came in.

Otto began to growl, his face turning into a snarl. "Don't you dare speak of my Rosie; you did not know her like I did."

This time the arms did not seem to notice his anger. Instead they said calmly. You are yet so weak. Without us, you would have been nothing...

"...without you, I would be having a life as a normal man with my wife, my Rosie." He spat back at them. Then he eased himself up slowly, using the tree as help to get up.

The tentacles swayed as he tottered a moment on his feet. They watched him with mild curiosity. Their glowing "eyes" staring at him, giving an eerie cold feeling to Otto.

Father...

He waved them away irritably, stumbling along. He wanted to run, to hide from the monstrous things that had made his life hell. A feeling of helplessness came over him. He could not see; he was blind. How could he run his life if he wasn't able to see where he was going, what he was doing?

And what chilled him was that the arms could see. Without him, they could see, and if they overcame him again, he would be blind from everything.

Father...

He heard their hypnotic voices sounding in his head; he remembered the last time this had happened. When he had found the pier, they had used that voice so many times, hypnotizing him, confusing his mind. He clutched at his head, sinking to the ground, "Don't...not again." He whimpered.

Oh Father, you are so weak. Inside and out. But we will help you to become strong like you once were...

He shook his head frantically, "I am not ever going to do that experiment again."

Of course not. The arms purred inside his mind. It has failed twice; we shall find some other thing to do.

"I don't want another thing to do. I just wanted to die, and you interfered in that too!"

We were not the one's who interfered. Spider-Man interfered. Peter interfered.

Otto's mind swirled at the madness of it all, remembering Peter as he said his experiment might not work. It didn't work...and look where it left him. He tried to get rid of the subject that the arms were leading to. "I'm hungry. How long was I...unconscious?"

Two days, Father.

He heard a click and a whirr by his head, and he knew they were facing him now, watching him. He shuddered at the thought.

Father. Let us carry you. We have found a place to stay.

He started to protest but already he could feel his feet leave the ground. He had once found this exhilarating. Now he found it terrifying, especially when he could not see a thing.

They traveled onward; he shifted, trying to figure out something without his eyes. He felt the warmth of the humid air leave his skin, and a cool darkness seemed to lay him, his mind reeled with terror.

Sensing his fear, the arms assured him. Do not fret, Father. We are in a cave now.

"A cave?" He asked, wishing that they would not be so mysterious. Better yet, he wished they weren't even there. Sighing, he hung limp, knowing it would be no sense in trying to walk on his own. He had tried it before but they always got the best of him. He yelped slightly when his shoulder rubbed against the stones of the cave, as it seemed he had an open wound there. Immediately the arms lowered themselves a bit, in order not to hurt him.

"What time of the day is it?" He mumbled quietly, as though ashamed that he did not know that himself.

Night.

Otto was almost shocked to hear their response. They did not seem interested in him at the moment. In fact, it was almost weird how short their response had been. He was used to their things to say. Rarely did they be unsociable to him.

They lowered to the ground and settled him on his own feet, feeling his awkwardness, they steadied him.

"What...is going on?" He asked in an almost dazed matter, a bitter feeling of the loss of sight.

Why do you ask Father, do you not trust us? You made us; you wouldn't make something vile or hostile.

Octavius blinked. It's like they read his thoughts, his mind. Which of course: they probably did. He hated that, how he wished for his own privacy.

As he slowly sat down, something wet and slimy was set in his hand. Immediately, he let go off it, not being able to know what it was. "What was that!" He burst out, terribly freaked at the moment.

The arms seemed to tsk him. Father. Its food, it's a fish we found in the lake while you were just waking up.

Almost embarrassed, he picked it up again, rubbing off the sand that had stuck to it. He grumbled with annoyance, "Well, you could've at least told me what it was before plopping it in my hand." He stopped. "This is raw." He stated.

Of course it's raw!

"What...do you want me sick? It needs to be cooked doesn't it?" The arms simply 'said' nothing.

He threw his hands up in the air with annoyance. He knew how to make fire, they didn't. He was blind and they weren't. How in the world was this going to work? He growled ruefully as he said his next comment. "I'm going to need your help."

He sensed the arms happiness that he was finally getting over his accident. Immediately, they swiveled their heads and looked at him keenly, waiting for his instructions.

He shivered. Partly from the strange eerie feeling that came off the tentacles, the other half from the cold. He wrapped his trench coat around him tighter but found now warmth. The coat was drenched and rips were in patches everywhere.

He groped around blindly in the dark for a sharp piece of rock. Seeing his intentions, the arms picked up a rock slightly larger than his hand but sharp. Ignoring the fact that they were taking control of everything he grabbed it. Then hacked the rock over and over with another rock he had found. He did it for quite some time until the arms seemed awed.

Father! What was that?

Otto Octavius chuckled by their perplexed behavior. "That was a spark; I am trying to make a fire." He did not need to see to know what it was they were talking about. "We need some kindle, wood." He instructed them. As soon as it came out of his mouth, the arms stretched themselves around, grabbing up all the dry wood they could find.

As they searched, he found himself puzzled. Why was he so worried of getting sick from the fish? Just two days ago he wanted to die. He did want to die, didn't he? The question kept running back into his thoughts every ten minutes. Did he want to die, or not? Soon, these deep thoughts were shoved away as the tentacles returned with a bundle a wood.

We have the wood, Father. Where do you wish to have it?

He shook his head with irritation then turned his head toward his creations. He kicked his foot at a circle of rocks he had made while they were searching for wood. "Put it in the circle. There we go."

Ten minutes later, they had a warm raging fire. Otto almost laughed at their curiosity in the fire. They almost seemed to admire him now, and he felt a bit more content. They were treating him like they did before, and for the time being, he wasn't worried because of that.

It's like that fusion reaction!

Octavius's head shot up, his brow troubled. Why did they bring that up, they knew he did not like to discuss of that subject. He knew where his concerns were leading him once again, but before he could stop it, it lingered back to the one thing that haunted his mind. Rosie.

He physically sagged and the arms seemed to notice it. Instantly they were worrying over him, Father. We did not mean to. What is it?

He leaned back, hunger gone, and feeling sick to his stomach. Without meaning to, he started to mumble. Not realizing that the arms were hearing his every word. Not caring. "My Rosie died because of me. Why must I be tortured to no end of this guilt...why did I live? I could've died. I should've."

They cooed over him, wishing to get him off the subject. Hush Father. Do not thing of her anymore; she only brings sadness upon you. Go to sleep, you need your rest.

He groaned with despair as the tentacles coiled around him. "Sleep?" He said warily, only partially noticing the arms were taking control of him once again. Their hypnotizing voices echoed in his head, softly, almost lovingly.

Go to sleep, dear Father. Do not dwell upon her. She would not want you like this. Rest yourself.

His eyes drooped as the arms started to stroke his head, all the while cooing over him. He tried to stay awake, tried to hide a yawn. Tried to hide weakness from the arms...but it was no use. His eyes drooped with tired weariness, his chin resting on his chest. Finally, he could not take any it longer. Unaware; he fell into a deep slumber.
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