Chapter 12- Chatroom conversations
The next morning, I began to go on the computer to chat with my friend.
Straythemetallicimp: Hello?
AgentSilver: Lizzie?
Straythemetallicimp: Hi Cris! How is your spring break coming along?
Straythemetallicimp: Crystal? Are u there?
AgentSilver: Hey! Give me a minute! Man, my brothers are a pain!
Straythemetallicimp: lol tell me about it --
AgentSilver: Would you believe that I would be baby-sitting a 36 year old?
Straythemetallicimp: sure, after all your mom works at a retarded place
AgentSilver: lol this guy isn't a retard!
Straythemetallicimp: okay. Then no, I wouldn't believe you.
Straythemetallicimp: Aren't you bored stiff over there?
AgentSilver: Hell yeah! Lol my brothers are beating me up over here!
Straythemetallicimp: Why did you say you're baby-sitting a 36 year old? that sounded stupid
AgentSilver: um do you want to meet him? He's a nice guy, and I think you'll find him familiar... ;)
MadHatter & DuMont entered conversation
Straythemetallicimp: okay but Im going to have to come later
MadHatter: hi!
DuMont: Hi!
AgentSilver: Hey guys!
Straythemetallicimp: hi! : )
DuMont: I'm bored over here. No ones posting anything in fanfiction dot net:p
AgentSilver: ya, I have nothin over my head now
MadHatter: lol
DuMont: lol
Straythemetallicimp: lol me neither
AgentSilver: Hold on guys, I'm still here, but I'm goin to have to make my little bros lunch, I'll be back :P
DuMont: see ya
Straythemetallicimp: bye
MadHatter: I miss u guys
DuMont: thank god for chatrooms ;)
I got off the computer, leaving my Chatroom on. Charles and Sean were bouncing off the walls, pushing and pulling me, yelling that they're hungry. They always do that to me when they get hungry. But they never do that to mom, and that what pisses me off.
"We want food! We want food!" the chant, on and on, tugging my PJ shirt back and forth. I sigh and growl in frustration.
"Okay!" I yell, walking to the kitchen.
Even if a super villain is inside our house, my mom still has work to do, and it doesn't stop her getting a day off. That means another day of babysitting. Otto is still in bed, poor guy, and we try to wake him up a couple of times to give him breakfast. Still no use. Poor Otto, we must've kept him up all night. Maybe we should start recording a few shows and go to bed early more. I check for the time. 12:35 PM.
I peeked into Charles' room and saw that the bowl of frosted flakes I gave him was empty. Nobody was in bed. Good, Otto must've been up by now. Interrupted in thought by the chantings of my brothers, I began to move away and started fixing them Spagetti O's. "Alright! Alright!" I keep telling to them. "Where's Otto?" I ask.
Charles raised an eyebrow. "Who's Otto?"
My heart leaped. Did I hear right? "You know, Otto Octavius? Doc Ock?"
Charles acted surprise. "I don't know any Otto. Who are you talking about?"
Dropping the unopened can to the ground, I wanted to scream. Do you mean Otto was never here? Otto never existed? It was all a dream? Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god...
"No," I cried, wanting to cry. "No, it's not true! He's not real? He's never here?"
"Who's never here?" Charles asked. Sean was sitting in the front room, watching TV.
"No! God! Why?! Why!" I cried. Otto was never here...oh god, and it felt so real.
Then Charles flashed a goofy grin.
He laughed hysterically, laughing so crazy that I swore that he would die from laughter. I stopped the crying, enough to gather what's going on. Otto was real! Charles was tricking me! Damn it, I swear I will make you pay someday!
"He he, you should've seen the look on your face!" He laughed, trying to hold his stomach. I growled, kicking him out the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. But can still hear him laugh.
"Dammit!" I screamed, and picked up the Spagetti O's. Damn, if ever, Charles is the most annoying bugger I know!
(Otto's POV)
Getting out the bathroom, I held my nighttime clothes and put them in the hallway, along with the rest of the dirty clothes that needed to be washed. I haven't realized that I've slept for a long time. I had thought at first that the kids were waking me up to irritate me...they were only trying to feed me breakfast before its late.
I'm wearing a brown sweatshirt and black jeans. I tried to hide the tentacles and make them invisible underneath, but I guess when wrapped around, it's okay.
As I walked towards the living room, Charles was laughing as if his plan of a joke succeeded. I asked what's so funny.
"Oh nothing, I just played a joke on Crystal."
I didn't know what he did, but seeing how pissed off she is, I don't think I want to know. Charles then turned to me with a wide grin. "What you're smiling about now?" I ask. He gathered me down and tried to get out of Crystal's view.
"You know those fanfics I told you about?" Charles whispered excitedly. I nodded confused. "She writes stories about you."
"She does?" I ask beginning to get curious. A fanfic? What is a fanfic?
"Yeah. Wanna read them?" I shugged. I don't think I should be read her stuff without her permission, but if Charles say that they're about me, I think I should read them.
"Okay."
Charles' grin turned into a smirk. He began to pull me away into their mother's room, where there was a computer inside. Charles' smirk turned into a frown.
"Aw nuts," he says. "Crystal will kill me if I turn off her Chatroom thingy. Oh well Otto, remind me when she isn't in the computer to show you her fics."
But the Chatroom was what interested me. I saw a mention of my name on the computer, and after Charles left the room, I drew near it, eavesdropping this particular conversation.
MadHatter: why do you think Otto is gay?
Straythemetallicimp: not gay just bisexual. He is married to Rosie. Duh!
MadHatter: Whatever. I still think you're an oddball
DuMont: who you're calling oddball when you wear a funny hat to school?
MadHatter: I dunno. I love my hat. Got a problem wit that?
Straythemetallicimp: You have a problem with me thinking Otto's a hetero!
MadHatter: Which he isnt
DuMont: I wonder whats taking Cris so long?
Straythemetallicimp: Who knows what's happening to her. I'm coming to her house today. Anybody coming?
DuMont: Naw, I'm vacationing in Florida. This is a library computer I'm using.
MadHatter: Florida! Did you go to Disneyland?
DuMont: Not yet :P
MadHatter: I'm on vacation too, sorry Liz
Straythemetallicimp: don't sweat it ;P
DuMont: Good luck on her brothers, if they're as bad as they're said to be lol
I can't believe I'm reading this! Somebody said I'm...gay? Oh gods, Crystal better not have any funny ideas about me! Who does this Stray think she/he is, to say I'm gay, or bisexual for god's sake! This world is already crazy as it is!
At first, I wanted to type something to put an end of their stupid idea, but then they'll know that it isn't her typing it.
So instead, I sit on the computer and continue to read on up their conversation.
Straythemetallicimp: Man I cant wait for the Spiderman 2 dvds! I'm excited!
DuMont: What are you going to do with it when it comes out?
MadHatter: Watch it of course, you know lizzie
Straythemetallicimp: Watch it duh! And I'm gonna watch it again and again and again and again...but first I'll have to buy it lol
DuMont: lol
MadHatter: lol :)
"Otto! Lunch!"
I stopped reading just by the time when Crystal was calling me from the dining room. She had set a bowl of Spagetti O's and a plate of toast sandwiches in front of an empty seat. I peeked out from their mother's room's doorway.
"Yeah?" I ask. Crystal's eyes suddenly bulged out like oversized golf balls. She began to race towards me and pull me out.
"Otto Gunther Octavius!" she screamed. She kept pushing me outside. I got confused. How did she know my middle name?
"How did you know my middle name is Gunther?" I asked, walking to the chair in front of my lunch. She blushed and got into deep thinking.
"Um...lucky guess?" she replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Out of billions of names?" She shugged.
Then Charles came from the hallway to join lunch, and as well as Sean. Crystal went back into the kitchen to get their lunches. I began to eat some of my lunch, until Crystal came back. My face turned serious at first when I was reminded of this Stray character, until I began to twich, the idea of me being bisexual was strange. Crystal begins to notice before she lifted her spoon.
"What?" she asked, pretending she has no idea why I'm twiching. I scowled.
"You know what."
"I don't know. Try me." She began to take a sip of her lemonade.
"Do you think I'm gay?" Both Crystal and Charles spat out their drinks and bursted out in hysterical laughter. "I mean, there is this Stray person who says I'm bisexual!"
"Oh, I don't know. Are you?" Charles laughed. Crystal on the other hand blushed.
"Of course not Otto! There's my friend, her name is Lizzie who everyone calls Stray, she just got this weird perverted thought of you being, you know, hetero-sexual. I didn't like the idea at first, but she did wrote a neat fanfic that I grew to love, and well, that's the only slash fanfic I only ever like."
I sigh. Man, kids these days. I don't really have anything against gays, but the thought of me being one? That makes me wanna barf.
"Anyway, Stray is just like that. She can make sexual comments and doesn't give a damn who says so, and I just respect her like that." She began to smirk. "She might come over today."
"You mean Lizzie?" Charles asked, as if he was tuning out our converation a few seconds ago. "Man, I don't like her. She kept saying I'm having an affair with my friend Darren. Which I don't."
"Anyway," Crystal said, ignoring Charles, "Stray is nice and is a big fan of you. Look on that bright side."
All I could do about this strange fact is eat my lunch. Otherwise, my arms had no idea what gays or hetero people are, and this whole time, they were just playing with Rosie the dog.
Someone who thinks I'm gay is coming over today. Oh joys, what a wonderful second day here. My life gets stranger and stranger everyday. (sigh)
To be continued...
Next chapter: All Hell broke loose
Okay, sorry about not posting sooner. You know what they say, writers block! School is a pain, and I also had to watch "Schindler's list" for homework for history class. Man, that is one sad movie and I swear it'll give me nightmares...
Hey, I thought it was fun, writing in chat-like forms. Grammar was right, due to what most chatrooms I've been though do. There you go Stray, DuMont, and Madhatter! :P
And tomorrow is September 11th...read my September 11th Otto fanfic for patriot day...
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