Chapter 7- Wake up Otto! You lived in a fictional world!

I never liked doing the dishes. They stink, they're gross, and well, they're chores. But at least, I get paid for doing them. But my mom usually gives me my allowances when she says so. Mom isn't here, and she didn't tell me to do these dishes. But, I guess its okay to say that my allowance money is Otto himself.

But at least, doing the dishes clears my mind. It leads my concentration from the last...experience...and beside, I might be able to forget the whole thing. But I'll be damned if Charles was there to remind me.

When Otto finally finished his bath, he came through the TV room and asked where to put his wet and dirty clothes. I took out a Wal-Mart bag and gave it to him. "Here," I said. "Go and put it in the hallway."

"But won't it be in mildew that way?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm washing clothes after I do this."

Otto nods and did what I told to him to do. Charles was vacuuming his room/TV room and I'm not really sure what Sean's doing. I could hear the TV in his room on. I bet he isn't doing his chores when I asked him to do.

When Otto came back, I had finished loading up the dishwasher. He doesn't look wet or beaten up, but he's still a broken man I knew. He's wearing a large Dallas Cowboys T-shirt and blue jeans. The tentacles were either floating around or looking through Charles' stuff, or even helping him clean his room. Otto looked at me, looking like he was ready to talk. I leaned on the counter facing him to listen.

"Why didn't you tell me that we're in Texas?!" My jaws dropped. I pretty much expected something else like, 'why was there a picture of me over your bed?' or 'Why was there a funny looking stuffed doll that looked like me over your TV?' But when did he find out that he's in Texas?

"Damn it Charles! Why you told him that?" I yelled at him.

"Ooh, I'm telling mama on you! You said a bad word!" Charles snickered. Otto raised his eyebrow.

"I asked him where I was. But tell me, girl, why the Hell am I over 50,000 miles away from where I was last conscious?!" Otto crossed his arms. I couldn't help but grin.

"He he, I don't think its even close to 50,000 miles, Dr. Octavius..." I said, walking out the kitchen. I motioned for Otto to follow me.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you're not where you are any more. You're in a totally different world! You're not where you've familiar of any more!"

Otto was still confused. I brought him to Charles' bottom twin bed, which is now a couch (the twin bed is a futon also). I pointed to Charles' Spiderman 1 movie poster.

"See? Spiderman had a movie."

Otto raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's expected. I heard rumors that they're making a movie or a documentary of some kind. But they'll never get who's behind the mask."

"Peter Parker?" Charles said, snickering. Otto stood up from the bed, but bumped his head on the twin bed. Charles and I began to giggle.

"Ha ha, very funny." But then, Otto's senses when back to his shocked expression. "How did you know?"

"He he, silly! Everybody knows that Peter Parker is Spiderman! He and you are both created by Stan lee!" Charles laughed as if Otto never knew the most obvious thing in the world.

But it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. He's not aware of his creator. He's not aware that he lived in a fictional world. He's not even aware that there are people out there wishing that mutants existed.

"And who is this Stan Lee fellow?" he asked, making a nervous laughter. "My...creator? That's crap."

"Believe it or not, my friend, it's true." I scowled at Charles. Here I am, always wanted to explain Otto everything about the truth, and here my brother ruined that chance. He winked at me.

I don't know what that means, usually winks are lies or crossing fingers in the back, but I guess it's a sign. I guess he wants to give me evidence to Otto. I grin and hurriedly ran to my room, grasping all of the photos of Otto and Spiderman and all of the comic books, and even the film critics review of the Spiderman 2 movie that I saved.

Otto flinched when he saw the pictures he wasn't aware of and all the comic books I showed him.

"Oh...um...interesting...how long was I out?" Otto asked. I shugged. He probably thinks he was out for a very long time, long enough for over a hundred Spiderman comics to be made. But that's not true.

But I frowned for Otto. I mean, how would you feel if your life, everything about you was made up and planned on purpose for entertainment? Otto would've never had to be Doctor Octopus. But, Otto wouldn't exist without Doctor Octopus. He was created with a purpose, to be Spiderman's villain. But I still feel sorry for my idol.

"No." He said, throwing the pictures and comics to the floor. He stood up. His eyes were wide in shock. I knew this would happen. I...think...

"No, this isn't right. I must be dreaming." Otto walked around in circles around Charles' room, talking to himself, trying not to believe that his life was from a comic book. I stood up and pinched Otto on the arm. He cried out, and a tentacle snapped at me. I fell on my butt.

"I-I'm sorry..." He turned, lifting me up. "Are you okay?"

I blushed. Otto asked if I was okay. God, I feel so stupid.

Charles, on the other hand, is feeling like he's witnessing a moment that's he seeing a different side of Otto. He knows Spiderman villains to be ruthless, but he guesses he doesn't really know Spiderman villains.

"Yeah. I'm fine. It's not your fault. They were just protecting you." I smile to show a sign of forgiveness. Otto looked at me sadly.

"It's not true, right? Right?!" He began shaking me. I began to laugh.

"I'm sorry Otto! If it weren't true, I would never let you in this household. The SWAT team would probably be here by now." Well, that's not entirely a fact. I would help any hurt man in need, mutant of not.

Otto sighed. "I guess...I'm going to have to accept it." But then, Otto's feelings cheered up. "But does that mean that Rosie didn't have to die? Is even Rosie here?"

I frowned at Otto's mention of Rosie. As much as he feels about it, I feel sad for Rosie. Well, only that Otto feels worst.

"I'm sorry, Otto." I nodded no. Otto's hopes were crushed.

"But we have a dog named Rosie!" Charles exclaimed, feeling the sadness and angst in the air. He couldn't breathe in such air like that. He's not exactly a dark type, except the movies. That's why he keeps complaining and making comments of me being a wannabe-goth. Saying nicknames like "Hey, Gothika!"

"Oh? That's the dog's name?" Otto asked.

"Speaking of Rosie, where is she?" I ask Charles. He pointed to under his bed.

"She's sleeping under there."

Otto sighs and sits on the couch. We can't even settle down to answer our big questions. How did Otto get here? Would it even be possible for something like this? Does he even remember how he got here? Will he heal and find this world a better place to be? Will mom accept him? Will the world accept him? And more importantly, will Otto sue Stan Lee or Sam Raimi for killing Rosie in the scripts?

Otto lifted one of the oldie comics that I brought from Waldenbooks and studied the first version drawn picture of himself.

"So," he began, breaking the silence, "This is what I'm really am? Why did he have to draw me fat?"

We laughed and both threw a pillow at him.

To be continued...

Next: Mom please let Otto in the family!

Alright! I have nothing to say to you guys but to review! All of you! Please! And P.S, it's a Wednesday during Spring break, and they'll go back to school soon enough!

Also, I planned that there'll be a Spiderman fanclub at the school. Well, it's only a bunch of kids that gather around and talk about Spidey-related stuff. I want you guys to be in it. It's simple, you don't have to put your real name if you want, but I want a name from you under your fanfiction penname. And I also want a quick description about you physically, your personality, what grade you want to be in (either 6, 7, or 8th), and a class subject you would like for the 3rd period (that's lunchtime). That's all. I don't want too much personal stuff, and I think it'll be fun to have you guys in the fic.

PS—I made a blueprint of the house, should be in my profile. Also, read my comics! I think you'll find humor in it!

Ja ne!

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