Chapter 4- Holy hell! I'm in Texas!

Crystal placed her hand on the doorknob to the outside, putting her wallet in her pocket. She put her sunglasses on.

"I'm going to the dollar store," she announces, while Charles gave me a cup of grape Kool-Aid. Charles made an odd look.

"Why?"

"Well, duh, Otto need some clean clothes! Besides, I got 15 dollars to spend." She opened the door to go outside.

"But...what if he'll hurt us or something?" Charles cried out. I made a forced laugh. That's expected.

Crystal smiled. "Don't piss him off or something. Play video games or teach him how to play Yu-Gi-Oh or something. I won't be gone long if I ride by bike." The early teen turned to me. I took a sip of my Kool-Aid. "You won't hurt them right? I trust you."

I nearly spat out my drink. Huh? Did I hear correctly? Did I just hear that she trust me? Already? Too soon? What did I do for her to gain my trust? Did I even want her to gain my trust? Do I even want to trust her?

"Your clothes size is large right? Or extra large?" She asks me before stepping back outside.

"Um...since I have the, y'know, arms, I think its best that you give me an extra large size."

Crystal nodded and left, closing the door on her way out. And now, I'm just left with two little boys, not even teenagers yet. One of them easily thinks that I would harm them and the other, just think that the tentacles were cool. I don't even know these kids, yet they help me. Why? The other adults don't even care. But these kids do. They even let me in their home, without adult supervision.

Charles stares at me while I ate silently. He studies me cautiously, watching every move I make. I try my best to act decent. But having someone staring at you while you eat is uncomfortable, not to mention rude.

And Sean, he's playing an odd game with my tentacles. He first rolls a ball at them and they roll it back, but then it moves over to playing with toys and action figures.

"I'm gonna eat you, red power ranger!" Sean yells out, playing with his toy.

Not unless I eat you first, Barbie! The arms played with them. I couldn't contain my laughter anymore. I made a small chuckle. The kid is cute.

"What's so funny?" Charles asks me. I took another sip of my drink.

"It's the arms, they're...you'd never understand." How can I explain to a kid that these robot arms can talk to me in my mind?

"They say things in your mind?"

That caught my attention. I shot my head up to the young boy, with pure shock.

"How...how do you know?" I ask. Charles laughs.

"Crystal tells me all the time. She keeps telling me stuff like, 'Charles, it wasn't Otto's fault! The arms control him!' or 'How would you feel or do if all you only have left are the voices from the arms that comfort you?' It's so tiresome! She like, repeats the stuff over and over again!"

I was suddenly not very hungry, and I'm only half finished with my soup. Did I hear right? Or was it coincidence that she practically knew? The media never actually knew or cared of the arms with them talking to me in my mind, but how could she know?

"You finished?" Charles asked, pointing to my bowl. I nodded and he took it up.

"Don't sweat anything Octo guy! Crystal's only a fan of you, she's practically in love with you! You should see those posters she hangs by her bedside and those fanfics she writes! She even made a hand-made doll of you! Jeez, and come to think that she likes you enough to bring you here!"

Suddenly, I just found myself not hearing anything else from the boy, even though he's still talking. What does he mean by posters? What does he mean by dolls? And especially, what does he mean by fanfics? What is going on here? Where am I? I'm nowhere near the lake, so how am I in the middle of a suburban area? What the hell is going on?

"Where am I?" I ask, almost to a whisper, while Charles talks. The tentacles were still playing toys with Sean.

"--And she was like, 'I swear to you, Otto is a big teddy bear!' huh? You said something?"

"I said where am I?" I stood up. Charles backed down for a bit.

"Uh, uh, Dallas, Texas..."

"TEXAS!"

I wanted to faint. Texas, of all the places! How the hell did I stumble here?! Lord, I must be dreaming the whole thing, because Texas is like thousands of miles away from New York City! How did I get here?

My eyes wide in shock, I slopped down on the chair and pinched myself in the cheek. Oh. My. God. Everything is real.

I'm really am in Texas. I'm nowhere near home.

But luckily it wasn't china.

To be continued...

Next: Shopping and Duel monster card games

He he, I chose Dallas because 1) I live near it (I don't really live in it) and 2) Its far from New York. Don't worry, New York will appear somewhere in the near future!