A Girl and Her Octopus
Yay! My first new fic of the new year! #throws confetti# Hope you like it!
1. Is it Possible?
Otto walked briskly down the street. The chill autumn wind blew his auburn curls against his face. It was a cold Saturday morning in November, and Otto wanted to find shelter soon, for it was getting colder by the minute. His actuators were hidden beneath his long brown trench coat; they were icy cold against his bare back. How he had come to hate their voices in his head, caressing his mind soothingly with their lulling whirrs one moment, then shrieking out cries piercing his skull the next.
He just wanted to get home. Home. Is that what he referred to the pier as now? His real home was vacant, he supposed; maybe later he could gather up his meager belongings and move back in. That's what he would do the next day. Right now he just needed warmth, and shelter from the biting wind.
He continued walking down the street, faster now, for he felt like the temperature had already dropped ten degrees. He walked past a store owned by Oscorp, glancing into it as he walked by. Then he stopped, took a step back, and looked again. He walked up to the window and placed his gloved hands against the glass, peering into the dimly lit display. There in the store was an open silver suitcase; nestled inside was a nuclear battery. It was beautiful. The actuators sensed his joy.
Father, we sense you are very happy. What are you looking at? May we see?
"Yes, you may come out and see. I'm taking it." The tentacles burst out of the coat and hung in the air, staring in awe at the display. "I must have it!" One tentacle reared back and smashed through the window, and they carried Otto into the store. He took the entire piece in the suitcase, closed it up, and walked out of the store as the alarm blared. People were pointing at him and screaming, running around in all directions. Otto paid them no heed, but continued back to the pier. Just as he was walking away, he heard a voice.
"Otto?" Slowly, Otto turned around and stared at the person. The woman had brown hair with a reddish tint to it, and soft, loving brown eyes that sparkled like the sun. She was wearing a gold-colored poncho with a diamond print, and a long, black skirt that flowed with the wind. She stood in front of Otto, smiling. "I'm here, Otto."