Chapter 3- Intros and chicken soup

(Otto's POV)

The girl came back in the room, with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a face towel, and some bandages. She tells me to take off my trenchcoat.

"What?" I ask her, in confusion. Why is she helping me? For what purpose? Does she know what I have done? Does she know what I could do? And here's something I didn't really get, how come she never fear the robotic arms at first glance? Its like she was used to it, or rather, used to me in this state.

"You're hurt," she said, showing me my bruises. I looked at them. I don't ever remember having those injuries, even though I did fought Spiderman...

I try to recall what happened before I was here... all I can remember was when I was trying to do the fusion reactor once more, but it doesn't work. It'll never work... and Spiderman...I remember seeing Peter's head underneath that mask. So...brilliant but lazy, huh?

Moving back my attention to the task at hand, I nodded at the girl and stood up to take off my trenchcoat. She looked red in the face when I gave her my coat.

"Here," she motioned to the boy, under which I gather to be her brother. "Wash this, please?" The boy nodded and obeyed.

The girl then pushed me down back on the couch, and put some rubbing alcohol on the face towel.

"Are you hungry, Otto?"

I look up at her, confused. How does she know my first name? Yes, I'm heard all over the media, but now people prefer me as 'Doctor Octopus'. Besides, she's not the kind of person who would read news articles about me or write a science report...

"What is your name?" I ask. She gave me the wet towel.

"My name is Crystal. Crystal Hollis. That brat over there is my brother, Charles—"

"Where are your parents?" I interrupt. The girl, who is now known as Crystal, jumped.

"Erm...my mom is at work, and my dad...well, let's just say he doesn't live here anymore." I was shocked at that comment. She lost a father...I'm really sorry to hear that...

"But I asked you a question! Are you hungry or not?" Now, that thought made me feel hungry. My stomach growled. "Oh! Well, I guess I'll take that as a yes. I'll cook you up something. Can you just, like, clean your wound there for a minute? I'll be back."

She got up and left to the kitchen. I sat there in silence, cleaning my cuts and bruises. They sting like hell, but I'm a grown man, and I shouldn't whimper or cry like a sissy.

The living room was small, but after seeing that she lives in a duplex, that is expected. The white couch I'm sitting on was backed on the wall, and was opposite of the medium TV in front of me. There were tons of clothes baskets, filled with what looked like clean clothes, all over the ground. Seems like their mother hasn't been folding much.

To my left, was the door to the kitchen, and I watched while Crystal was using an old-fashioned can opener to open a can of Campbell chicken soup.

To my right, a small puppy was wagging its tail, lying on the hard non-rug floor. She looked so cute. She half looked like a Scottish terrier, but she was all white with a huge black spot near the tail and black brushes of hair stranding out on her eyes.

The living room continues to spread out to what looks like a dining room. The wall where the black TV was filled with about 3 or 4 bookcases and moviecases. I'm really shocked at their collection of books and movies, but they contain those I've never heard of...

Then there were the brown tables and chairs for 4, with a napkin-holder and a big bowl of fruits in the center of the table. The window was right behind the table, along with pictures of family members and a baby picture was near the front door. The wall where the window was end by the door, where in the same direction as the wall behind me, was a closed door to another room.

Then, I watch how Crystal puts the chicken soup in the microwave. The boy, which is known as Charles, came back in the room, this time with a small little boy that looked like a first grader.

"Oh yeah," Crystal walked up to get behind the little boy. "He's my kid brother, Sean. Say hello to Otto Octavius, Sean."

The boy spoke in a light voice. "Hi, Mr. Octopus!"

I made a small chuckle. "Um...hello?"

Now I feel really weird. These kids are home alone, and yet they let in a known criminal, let alone a super-villain. I really shouldn't be here...

"You may stay here for food and shelter sir. Please, don't resist my offer..." Crystal spoke softly, with a red face. Why she's blushing?

"I really shouldn't be here...I mean, your mom isn't here..."

"She'd understand." The girl then turned to Charles and whispered something in his ear. The boy looked at her funny, but then nodded and left the living room down the hallway. Crystal then smiled and left back to the kitchen, to get the bowl of soup. Sean was the only one left and stared at me for a while.

Then the boy laughed.

My tentacles were hovering around the place, soon to be tickling the boy. I try to make them stop.

But why father?

Because, it annoys the boy!

But it looks like he enjoys it!

That's because it is a reaction of touching a tickling spot. He doesn't really feel comfortable that way!

The tentacle stops, leaving the boy in tears of laughter. But that left him to bounce up and down.

"Cool! Cool! Can the tentacle thingy do anything else cool!?" Sean exclaims, making me flinch. He's not afraid at all?

Then Sean runs from the living room. Crystal returns from the kitchen, having to see the whole thing, and placed the bowl of chicken soup on the table. She handled a spoon at me.

"Here ya go!" the girl replied. I studied her for a moment, guessing that she's around the age of 13 or 14. She has brown hair and brown eyes, with tan skin. She dressed almost like a boy, wearing a dark blue T-shirt that says 'It wasn't me, it was my evil twin' and navy-blue old-navy cargo pants. She also wore a blue bandana over her head, and I see something weird in her ear. It, well, looked like a hearing aid?

"What's that in your ear?" I blurted out, pointing to her ear. Crystal blushed.

"I thought a doctor should get that by now. I'm hearing impaired, so I wear a hearing aid."

"Oh, so I thought," I said, grabbing the spoon from her. The girl laughed.

"Well, duh!"

Pretty soon, Charles and Sean came back in the living room, each carrying something. Charles held a buttoned white shirt and Sean held a beach ball. Charles gave me the shirt.

"Here, I hope this fits. My dad gave it to me once when we were going to church, it's too big for me." Charles spoke, barely over a whisper. But I could still hear him.

I nodded and say thank you.

"Hey Charles?" Crystal asks, holding her nose up. He asked what. "Do you have any extra pants for him to wear?"

"No, not according to his size. Why?"

"Because he smells like mildew."

To be continued...

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