Chapter 17- What is my purpose?
As I said we would, we went to the Mall that was right next to the store. But we didn't stay long, since mom had the groceries in the car.
We went to our favorite stores like 'Hot topic' or 'Waldenbooks' or even 'Gamestop'. We spent hours here at the mall, not knowing that time flies fast (except mom).
But when it got dark outside, Mom immediately told us we should leave.
"Mom! But I'm almost done beating this dude here!" I groaned when we were playing in Gamestop. I was playing with a demo game. "Please! One more minute please?!"
But then, mom was ever the one who ruins fun at times. When we left the Mall, we dropped Lizzie off at her house.
"Man, I wanna sleepover at your house!" Lizzie whines. I smile.
"Beg your mom. With this!" I tried to show her my impression of a puppy face. We laughed.
"Okay...wish me luck!" She waved and left to her house, and we waited in case her mom says yes this time.
Stray came back with two different backpacks. "I'm staying over Sunday! Yippee!"
After that, we were pretty much high for the rest of the night.
(Otto's POV)
Oh god. She's spending the night over.
If ever, I think that is a big mistake. These kids can go extremely sugar-high, even without the sugar. And I even shudder of the thought that this girl would get perverted around me (thought I didn't know about the grope eh? Ha!) .
Daddy, what's 'grope' is? Dally asked.
Don't ask. I thought.
Right now we're all in PJs, myself wearing an undershirt and jogging pants again. Debi sat in the front room to watch the news while we sat in the big screen TV room, watching night Saturday cartoons or horror movies.
Jason Vorhees, I tell you, is a devil incarnate. You could never guess what he's thinking now with that hockey mask of his, and you could never hear him say a word, and his killings are horrifically clever. I first saw him in Freddy verses Jason, and that movie was like a gore-fest by the time they had their rumble in the end. All that blood scared out of my wits.
I try and think about the part about me in the next Spiderman movie. I try and think that it was nothing, I didn't want these to be a problem to these kids. But they were right, how I could be here when the movie is still on and I'm going to be somewhere in the movie? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense at all.
Maybe I'll just magically reappear back to the world I once lived in. I mean, it happened the same way I came here, so would be logical that I would go back home the same way?
But what would they think if I left back home? I know they'll be upset, that's for sure. I looked at Crystal and Stray with a worried look. How would they cope if I left them forcefully?
"Otto? Are you okay buddy?" Lizzie asked me, noticing my concerned look. I nervously laughed.
"Yeah, I'm okay..."
But if I am to stay here, am I forced to hide myself for the rest of my life with kids that looked up at me as a fictional hero? Will I get to be the brilliant scientist I once was again, back in my old world? Do I even want to be a scientist anymore? Don't forget, I have failed my experiments before...
...but that was because I was supposed to. That was how I was created in the first place. But then, if I was made to fail my science projects and I already succeeded in it, then what is my purpose here, in this world? To stay and play video games with these kids? I need to go out there and find out why I was here in the first place.
"Let's play checkers!" Crystal announced, dropping 2 or 3 checker boards to the floor.
"Yeah, let's hold a tournament!" Charles replied.
"What's going to be the prize?" Stray asked.
"Uh, how about the last orange soda?" Crystal said, taking the last soda pop from the refrigerator. Then we got ourselves busy in checkers.
"Hey, Otto, what is your favorite color?" Lizzie asked me while we played against each other.
"Um...I don't have a favorite color." I was struggling in this game. Lizzie is a tough opponent.
"If you do have a favorite color, what would it be?"
"I dunno, black maybe."
"Then that is your favorite color then." I moved my black checker piece with an annoyed look.
Lizzie's large grin planted her face, and that checker piece of mine was jumped.
"Uh!" I gasped out. Lizzie was laughing crazily.
"Otto, what's your favorite food?"
"Anything."
"Anything? Would you eat an octopus?"
"I guess so."
"That's so cannibal like."
"Ha ha, very funny." I said to Lizzie sarcastically.
"Do you like to eat bugs? People in china eat bugs."
"I guess, depends if it was the last thing on Earth I have to eat."
"What about slugs? Do you like to eat them too?"
"Comparing to bugs, that would be nasty."
"Do you like to eat them though?"
"Now, why would I like to eat them if I said it was nasty?"
"Hey, I said the same thing about lasagna and it still tastes good."
"Be quiet."
"What's your lucky number?"
"Shut up."
"What's your favorite song?"
"Shut up."
"What's your favorite music group? Oh yeah I forgot, you don't have one here."
"Shut up."
"Do you like sci-fi?"
"Shut up."
"What's your favorite book?"
"Shut up."
Each time she asks me a question, I get annoyed, but I was very patient. I have Alpha and Beta do all the thinking for me.
Gods, all she do is ask! Gammy said.
Tell me about it. I sighed in my head.
"Hey, Stray? Did we tell ya? The tentacles have their own names." I began to say.
"Do you like-- huh? They have names?! That's cool. What are their names?"
"Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Gamma. Otherwise known as Albany, Beck, Dally, and Gammy." for every name I say, I point to them. "Its written in their arms if you forget."
"Awesome!"
When the tourney was over (Lizzie won the soda pop), we were all tired, so we rested on the couch and watched adult swim until our eyes tire.
"Rock, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know. All of our crew's gone. Put to prison."
"Come on man! You're always the one with a plan!"
"I know! I know! I'm thinkin'."
It was dark. Two different men wearing black trench coats sat in a dark room that looked more of an apartment front room. They looked annoyed, and upset. Sacks of money rested behind them as they sat in a chair. Black masks rested on the couch. They're criminals.
"Hey guys, I think I have thought of something." Another one of the men came in from another dark room. "What is the very thing that police care about?"
"Money?"
"No, something other than that."
"I don't know...money?"
"No! Kids, goddammit! Kids! They say they care the freak about them, most of our tax money are transmitted to them in schools."
"So? What do they have to do with our crew locked up and the robbery?"
"I'll tell you—" The man whispered in both of the men's ears. They smirked at what they heard.
To be continued...
Next: One week
Sorry if this was short. You know what? I hate to say this but...we're almost done. We're in the middle. But don't fret, there are sequels coming up and one-shots and songfics...you know what. I think I'm going to have fun with this project.
Like I said, Greenie's (green goblin) not going to be in this fic or maybe the fic after this. But he's going to be a main problem in the future, and I'll might as well surprise you later on. You'll see. I'm having this planned out. But its going out slowly.