Chapter 25- American Idiot

"Crystal!!!!!!" Lizzie?

She was running towards me, grinning like a pre-schooler. She shoved me playfully. "Otto kicked some ASS!!!"

Everyone was outside the school, they were all checked to see if they were hurt, and parents worriedly bolted through the campus, in tears and concern, picking their children up. We were given school off early. I was by the ambulance for them to care for my bruise, even though they didn't really have to.

"Yup!" I chirped, giving her a high-five.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania.

"Oh. My. God!" Alice came over. The rest of the gang joined in our conversation. "For now on, I'm officially Doc Ock's fangirl!"

"DOC OCK ROCKS!" we heard some of the boys say right after Alice's comment.

"I...can't believe it!" Elsie said, nervously chuckling. "I mean, wow, it isn't everyday for a fictional character to come to life!"

"When did you first met him?" Amber was curious and shocked as well.

"Over spring break." I answered.

News reporters started to run by and asked their dumb, snappy questions.

And can you hear the sounds of hysteria?
The subliminal mindf$# America.

We were the center of the attention. And if we're ever always wanted to be interviewed, this is a bad thing. Tons of news reporters hungrily went after us, and we ran off around the school campus in panic.

"How did you feel about this incident?"

"Is this Doctor Octopus true or a myth?"

"You're such a prick! Doctor Octopus is a myth!"

"The police gave proof by using the camera from the 'cops' TV show. We have witnesses!"

"Is this really all just a set up?"

"Did you get a chance to meet Doctor Octopus?"

"Could this be something new, of introducing fictional characters to the real world?"

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.

I had enough. Well, we had enough. We ran like hell, and we were tired already. Luckily, a couple of the jocks from school made a barricade.

"Enough ladies and Germs!"

"Hey! Looka me! I'm on TV!"

"Huff!"

"Ketchup!!"

"Run girls! Run! Run for your lives!"

Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

We ended up hiding behind the bleachers of the football field. We giggled.

"This might go on for a while!" Amber said.

"Yeah, I know! My god, reporters sure are nosy aren't they?" Elsie replied.

We kept giggling, and we walked down underneath the bleachers.

There was a brown figure in a brown trenchcoat. Four snake-like tentacles shot out, and the guy waited for us down there. You know what he is? No need for me to tell, it was Otto.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.

I was confused. "Otto!" I said when we walked over to him. "What are you doing here? Did you know that there are all the reporters in the world out there?"

"Nah, didn't want to make myself seen while strolling through the neighborhood." He winked.

"Oh. MY. GOD!!" Amber screeched, jumping up and down around Otto.

"You're real." Elsie mumbled.

"Otto is real! Otto is real!" Amber and Alice both chanted, circling him.

"You're real." Elsie replied again.

"Oh my god! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! You're so real! I could touch you! I could feel you! I could see you! I could hear you! I could even smell you!" Alice cried.

"You're real." Elsie said again.

"Don't tell me this is a dream!!" Amber screamed.

"You're real. Can I have your autograph?" Elsie asked.

Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

"Um...is it safe for them to meet me?" Otto asked, not real easy about this reaction. He's used of screaming of fear, not screaming of joy and excitement over him. He he, he'll need to get used to it...

"Yup." Lizzie answered. Both of us laughed as the rest of the girls celebrate in excitement.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Then, suddenly, a feeling crept over me. I felt that I was being watched. I turned around and trusted my instinct---

A figure stood far away, on top of some building. He wore a suit, and he watched me—no stared—at me coldly. A chill was sent down my spine. I wanted to scream, but I didn't make a sound. I just watched. He watched back. He had cold, blue eyes and funny chin with unruly hair. He looked like Willem Dafoe. I know who this guy is.

But the question is, can you recognize who this guy is?

How did he get here? How did Bob get here? What was their connection with Otto? How the Hell did Otto get here? These are such universal questions. And they can wait.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.

"Crystal?"

I turned my head to Otto. "Something wrong?"

"No," I said, before turning back. He was gone.

Oh what the Hell, as long as I'm in Otto's life, nothing matters to me!

"Hey, can I...touch them?" Amber asked, shyly. Otto flinched.

"Okay, you can pet them. Like the way you can pet dogs."

"Like a snake!" Alice replied.

"Um, like a snake." Otto might get used to this world. He'll find that there are people who adore him and love him, especially the girls. He'll find that people won't fear him as much as he was back home. He'll be just like Spiderman, he'll save our world whenever there was trouble.

Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

And he'll live with me like a friend, a brother, and a father.

Otto looked at me and grinned, giving me the thumbs up. I smiled back.

Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy this.

FIN!!!

And th-th-th-at's NOT all folks!

Charles jumped up while the SM2 game credits roll. Otto was sitting next to him, innocently reading a book while Charles gave out his victory cry. "YEAH! I BEAT THE FRICKEN GAME! I BEAT OTTO! I BEAT OTTO! NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH!! I'M THE SPIDERMAN MASTER! WHOO!!!" He sat back down---

BLLPPPTTT

And stood back up. The gang and me laughed maniacally. Charles was red pink.

Otto looked at him smirking, waving a pink rubber balloon-like object at him. Thought I'd forget the prank he planned on?

"Never underestimate a menacing villain, my boy." Otto said, trying to fight hard not to laugh. "Oldest trick on the book!"

He let out a heartfelt laugh. He has never felt happier before than now.

FIN!!!!!

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