Chapter 15- Saturday Cartoons

Everything was cold.

I don't know, I just suddenly became cold. I stood around the darkness, my vision becoming from black to what my surroundings appear to be like a black and white movie. I shivered and tried to warm myself up, and walked to the direction I'm facing, not sure where I'm going to.

Is it all a dream? Everything as all in black and white, so it had to be. But I'm still cold, walking around an abandoned street. I'm only wearing pajamas, and not even shoes which made my feet the coldest.

But the place I am is broken. Buildings are nothing but rundowns, or just burnt down. Nobody was around but me. The sky's so gray, and white snowflakes fall, forming fields of snow every where. The place I am reminds me of the movie 'Schindler's list', when at the time those Nazi soldiers came and captured every Jew in their town, killing those who hid from them. Only that this place is empty. Blood is every where though, blood all over the snow. It scared me the most.

And just suddenly, something fell from the sky, moving a high speed. It crashed a few blocks from me, causing a huge explosion by the time it crashed. I couldn't recognize the fallen object since it was moving a high velocity, but curse my curiosity for going after it to check it out.

The fallen object created a big crate, but not big enough for like the way meteors create. If you could picture a sandbox and you stick a large shoe in it and it leaves a spot, then that's what it looks like, except its oversized. Small debris and smoke from collision fill the air, reminding me of one of those times when those characters in Dragonball Z crashed the ground.

When I climbed down, I could almost recognize the figure, what's now covered in snow. It was a human being. He wore a leather torn black trenchcoat, with blood all over himself, including his face, and he wore black cargo pants and brown boots. His flesh-and-blood bones looked crushed, and bent in a violent and hurtful way. He wore a goatee and neatly brushed hair, and at first I nearly recognized him, so I took a few steps forward to make sure if what I'm guessing is right.

It couldn't be Otto, right? The same softy I love in a friendly, and at times pervy, way who's a broken scientist who lives on broken dreams? Otto doesn't have a goatee since I'd never seen him wearing one, but then I could see metal cables from behind him.

"O-otto?" I gasped. Oh god, it couldn't be right? It's only a black-and-white dream, nothing more...but it felt more like a nightmare. This isn't Otto, lying in blood, looking limp and crushed as if in a gruesome battle. It couldn't be. I couldn't picture Otto like this. How could it happen? How can it happen in this world? What was he doing up there?

Those metal cables shot up, but then electricity sparkled around it, causing it to fall as if paralyzed. The fallen man coughed in pain. I kept going up to him slowly.

"...I-I..." I stopped. He's finally speaking. He kept watching the gray sky, sounds of thunder and lighting was heard. He was covered in tears, and it made my heart sink. "I-I...I f-failed them..."

I was speechless. Otto failed whom?

"Otto?" I said out. He appears to not hear me. "Otto!"

And just then, it happened so fast, I had no time to think, something was also falling to the ground. It fell faster than the way Otto did, and it was falling like a point, aiming directly down to Otto. I began to scream Otto's name like crazy, but he doesn't hear me. The object fell, making sounds as if it was a missile. The object was green, and all else I could hear is laughter.

Evil laughter.

The object crashed down and a huge explosion took place, and I screamed and yelled and shrieked and possibly every other word that has something to do with screaming. I was pushed back by the explosion, confused of what the hell is going on.

Then I felt awake.

(Otto's POV)

I was sleeping on the same spot I slept yesterday night. I guess its my bed now (at least for the time being). I couldn't sleep this night, thinking hard on what these kids told me today. If there was no tragedy, there was no me. I was supposed to cry for Rosie. It was part of this 'storyline'. I wanted to cry about this fact, but I can't. I miss Rosie, even if she was created for the sole purpose to make me feel sorrow, even if she was a temporary character. I loved her to death, even if we were made up. Now I'm real. If only whe would be here...then maybe, there would be another Rosie here. Rosie's actor could fill that gap. Even if I have these friends for company, I still feel alone...

I turned and watch the alarm clock by Charles' bedside. 1:07 AM.

You should get to bed, father, the tentacles say. You need your rest. It's important to your health.

"Yes, mother," I complained sarcastically. The tentacles were lying around, each except the one that told him to sleep, in shut down mode. I tries to sleep, but still can't.

"OTTO!"

I opened my eyes and sat up the moment I heard my name. Did I hear right? That was Crystal's scream. Is something wrong with her?

Hurriedly, I motioned my arms to wake from shut down mode, and I jumped up to her room. I'm surprised her family members hadn't wakened up yet.

"Crystal?" I asked softly. She was in bed, struggling, pale and covered in sweat at the same time. I ran and knelt beside her bedside and shook her like mad. "Wake up!"

She jumped and opened her eyes, and by the sight of me she quickly was on the verge of tears. I felt pale.

"You alright?" I asked.

She nodded. "Y-yes..." Crystal cried and embraced into a bear-hug like she really needed it. I felt uncomfortable, to deal with problems like this belonging to a child. Unsure what to do, I hugged back.

Then she blushed. "Otto Octavius!" She quickly let go of the hug.

I became confused. "W-what?"

"N-nothing." We were silent for a while.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked, sitting on her bed. She immediately nodded no.

"No!"

"Um...okay..." More silence.

"Was I screaming like mad?"

"Yep."

"Oh. I rarely have nightmares these days, or barely remembers them if I did..." she nervously chuckled.

"Are you going to be alright?" I asked. She was still pale, as if seeing something horrible. Doesn't that what nightmares do?

"Yeah, I'll be alright."

I sat there silently, staring up at her, getting a feeling of worry. She reacted horribly to the dream...

"Good night, Otto." She said, lying back down. I was still quiet.

"Are you still sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"I'll be fine! No need to act like my parents!" she replied, pushing me playfully. I sigh and gets up to exit her room. She is still pale, but I try and not to pay attention much.

"Thank you Otto."

I smile and head off to bed. She'll be alright.

(My POV)

The next morning, after this incident, I immediately gets up and ran to the TV room, to see if Otto is still there. I sigh in relief. He is still here.

I could remember what happened last night, that bloody dream, and when Otto was by my side. I was happy he woke me up, to rid of that nightmare. But I saw him die, I saw him in pain, and I could guess that the broken place I was in was what he failed to. I didn't know what was going on, but I pray it doesn't happen. Ever.

Otto is still asleep lying on his stomach. He was grasping his pillow tightly, and snoring loudly, and I began to laugh at the way when he just mumbled. I watch as his chest moves up and down in a breathing motion, and I wonder if it was hard to sleep with all this metal in the stomach. I doubt anything 'hard' is ever comfortable. Otto looked real tired, so I bothered not to wake him just in time to watch our morning cartoons. We told him Yu-Gi-Oh is a TV show, and he wanted to watch it since he partly enjoyed playing the game with Charles. Oh well, I guess we'll record it or something.

Charles and Sean, in the other hand, are wide-awake. They would wake up at like 5:30 am, just to watch this old TV show, "Sonic the hedgehog Underground". I loved Sonic, but the old TV shows sucked. They have this modern show "Sonic X", which is much better.

The little chumps aren't using the big screen TV, so they wouldn't wake up Otto. They're using the front room TV. When I got there, they were watching this ghost cartoon, "Shaman King." I sat next to them.

"Hey, is Squiddie up yet? Yu-Gi-Oh's coming next." Charles asked, not turning from the TV.

"Squiddie?" I asked, then scowling at the fact that he was talking about Otto. "Shut up! He looks nothing like an Octopus."

"But that's still his name. Doctor Octopus. Doc Ock!" he kept laughing, and poking me in the head. I growled.

"Is mom yet?" I asked, not blowing off my temper.

"Nope. She's still asleep."

We kept watching TV.

"Adults are seem to sleep late on Saturdays." I said, when a Verizon cell phone commercial came on.

"Naw, we're just early to watch our cartoons." Charles said.

"Okay. Let's record Yu-Gi-Oh for Otto."

"'K."

We kept watching TV for the rest of the morning, until both Mom and Otto woke up.

To be continued...

Next: Grocery shopping at Target

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5 forced to go to an educational facility to kill off trees

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