Yay! Another chappie! For anyone who guessed right in the last chapter of how many times I used bloody, its 20! Here's a cookie! And I'll read your fanfics and review'em starting now! Sorry if it's a waste...of time. Thought to keep you busy, he he...

Chapter 10- Drawings

"Only in one condition though." My heart just stopped when mom spoke. Everyone turned to her. "You got to promise not to hurt anyone, especially my children! If you do, I'm sending you to where you belong!"

I looked at my mom with a look of confidence. "Oh, chill out mom! Otto wouldn't hurt a fly! Right?" I winked at him. He winked back.

Mom sighed. "But if you hurt one hair..."

"Alright! We got the point already!" Charles and I yelled. "Jeez..."

But, even if she allows Otto into the house, she is still not very trusting. She kept staring at him, waiting for an attack attempt, but it never came. Everybody was silent in my room, not having anything to do.

"So..." Mom began to say, not taking her eyes off Otto, "You're Doc Ock, huh? The great Doctor Octopus?"

Otto nodded sadly, not liking the way people calls him by the Daily Bugle's nickname to him. "But please, I more prefer my real name, Otto..."

"Yes, Mr. Octavius, of course." Then more silence came up. "So..." mom began, again. "How did you get here?"

"I'm not sure myself, Mrs. Hollis." Otto answered. Charles and me also shugged, showing that we have no idea as well.

"Mrs. Gardner," Mom corrected, "I'm divorced, taking back my maiden name. But please, call me Debi. I don't want you to go around calling me by my last name as if I'm your schoolteacher."

Otto nodded. Then, more silence. "How did you find him, Crystal?" Mom asked.

"I was walking the dog."

"You know you weren't supposed to go outside when you're home alone!"

I sigh and apologized. Mom got up. "So, Mr. Octavius- "

"Otto." Otto corrected.

Mom raised an eyebrow. "Otto...right...um, anyone hungry?"

"I just fixed everyone grilled cheese sandwiches while you were unconscious. But they were snacks." I explained. Mom nodded, and replied, "Then, I'll go and make dinner. Please, I don't know what to do with you Otto, but while you're here, make yourself at home."

And that was it, Mom just left my room to fix us supper. Everyone watched as she left the room.

"Not very trusting, isn't she?" Otto said. I laugh.

"She'll get used to you." I said. Otto smiled. "I'm just glad that she didn't pull the police on me."

"Nah, even if she did, the cops would think she's a nutcase. You have no actual criminal record." We all laughed.

For the rest of the day while Mom cooked dinner, we sat and talked, playing with the Sega Dreamcast in my room. We all seem to get along all right, and grow more comfortable with each other. Otto and me were the most talkative ones, talking and asking a lot of things in subject, like school or how life was in New York, etc. As we talked, I grabbed my sketchbook and kept drawing portraits of Otto, in anime style. Otto then caught notice of me drawing.

"What you're drawing?" he asked. I looked at him and tried to scoot away, moving my sketchbook from him.

"She's drawing you." Charles replied, not taking his eyes off the TV screen. He's playing Marvel verses Capcom. I stuck my tongue at him.

"How do you know?" I asked. Charles didn't blink.

"You always draw him in that book."

Otto smirked and one of his tentacles grabbed it out of my hand, not damaging it. I made a scowl and began to reach for it.

"Give it back Otto!" I yelled. "I mean it!"

Otto laughed and used on of the tentacles to push me back. He started to look through my sketchbook. My heart leaped. Gods, he wasn't supposed to look at my drawings of him! What if he feels disgusted by it?

But instead, Otto's eyes showed a sign of amazement, and the tentacle that held me back moved away. I growled and gave up, not even bothering to get it back. Otto smiled. "Wow," he said. "These are good drawings."

"That's because they're drawings of you!"

Otto laughed. "No, I like the eyes. They look bright and lively. What is this art?"

I pointed to the pictures I've posted all over my wall. "Anime," I explained. "Or Manga, depending on what you like to call it. Anime is Japanese cartoons and Manga is Japanese comics. I've been drawing like that for a while."

"You're good. Can I keep one?"

I smile. "Sure. Pick one."

He began to look through the sketchbook for a picture. I watched nervously as he skimmed through pages. He noticed my facial expression and smiled at me, until he came across to a particular page. He frowned. I turned to look at the picture.

It was drawn picture of Rosie. Well, it has Rosie in it. It was a picture of the time when Otto, Peter, and Rosie were having lunch, one of the last moments I've seen Otto with his wife. Otto grasped it tightly, coming close to a sob. But they were drowned out by Charles' video game. I placed my hand on Otto's. He looked at me.

"Hey?" I asked sadly. He kept swallowing his sobs. "You want that picture?" I ask again.

"Why did you draw this one?" He asked softly, showing me the drawing. I shugged, unsure of myself.

"I guess I was thinking about you and Rosie together," I said. "I usually draw pictures of you when I'm in a hard situation. You kind of make me feel better." I began to smile in a good mood this time, trying to cheer Otto up. "Here. Keep it," I pushed the picture up to him, "It may bring hard memories, but you'll need something to remind yourself of your love. Right?"

Otto smiled heartwarmingly. "Damn," he said, changing his mood. "I think you understand me too much."

I laugh. "Trust me my friend, I'm sure that there are a lot more people out there that understands you more than me."

And when I meant that, I meant all of Otto's proud and loyal fans out there, writing heartwarming stories. But yet, maybe someday I'll show him some, but not yet. I began to giggle at the thought of Otto's face if he saw Stray's "Make me feel" fanfic.

To be continued...

Next: Dreaming of you

Alright, that's it for now!

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