Wow. This fic has potential, no? I had so much fun with the idea, that I'm nice enough to give you folks another chappie! I also realized at first, I put in instead of humor/action adventure, was horror/action adventure. I went and fixed that rrriiiight away!
OtteaOctavius-- Here ya go!
KitKat514-- Whoa. That is freaky! I did just the right timing, and, y'know. Wow. lol. Enjoy the second chappie!
Bakudon-- naw. I shoot out good ideas whenever a fun or angst idea pops in my head. Like for 'SM is dead', I was reading my ultimate encyclopedia ofSpider-man or whatever, and I read that Kraven the Hunter 'killed' Spidey...and I tried to fit Otto in the whole idea and wha-la!
C. D. Anders and LordLanceahlot--- Here ya go! I'm thinkin' its too soon though...never mind. Be prepared for some serious torture in the future chappies!
Everyone else: Happy reading!
Chapter 2: Otto-Peter or Peter-Otto?Otto woke up to an aroma of roses. Roses? Rosie? He remembered she'd always put on rose oil perfume...and then, Otto felt all warm and comfortable. He doesn't even feel that cold he had last night...
Was it all a dream? The fusion reaction's failure and Peter being Spider-man and all? Even Rosie's death...has it all been a dream? Could he still be there that same morning, in bed with his lovely wife, the morning of the presentation, his dreams warning him of what might happen?
Everything felt...warm this morning. He haven't felt that in a long, long time. No, the whole nightmarish pier thing, that was reality. This is a dream, this warmth...is a cruel, cruel dream...
"Peter?" A girl's voice? So familiar...could it be? His name isn't Peter. Who's Peter? Peter...Parker?
Otto opened his eyes. His muscles tense. He didn't remember having such sharp muscles. He remembered the actuators in his stomach...what is going on? Who's bedroom is this? It isn't his...
Otto looked at his fingers. They're so small, so...pale and Caucasian-like. His hands were bigger, but this one is a lot smaller. It isn't his...
Otto panicked and felt his hair. Where's the curls? They're...blonde? Brownish Blonde? Where did the come from? It isn't his...!
"Peter...? Honey...you're awake?" The girl spoke again. Otto's heart raced; who is that girl? Otto was afraid of finding out...
He turned around...
"AGGGHHHHHHH!"
Peter woke up to a drowsy morning. His eyes were still closed.
"MJ?" He whispered. He felt awful, his back's hurting, something's in his stomach, his head is stinging like hell, his nose feel all...drippy...
What in the world?Peter opened his eyes immediately--- how bad did nightmarish dream turned out to be!
He's in a pier, and its dark, wet, and cold...
Where am I?
Peter stared at the rags, which covered him. Where did this come from? Where is MJ? Where is he? Was he kidnapped? Is Mary Jane okay? Peter's back been hurting like hell. His bed was made out of...hay? What the--!
Father? You're awake?
WTF! Voices...in his head!
Can we go to the drugstore to get some Tylenol now? You look awful!
That sleep did not do you any good!
"Oh--"
Peter felt his forehead...it was tingling like mad! Snake things...metal snake things...familiar metal snake things were hovering above him, like monsters...
This isn't his at all...
"My--"
This is too bad to be true. It can't be true. It isn't possible! Can it? Peter felt his hands, then the curly hair, then the mouth, the eyes, then he removed the rags. He stood up, feeling his face again...seeing the blackish brown trenchcoat, moving to a crack in the floor where water was to see his reflection and---
"GOD!"
Mary Jane was surprised. "Peter?" she asked, "why were you screaming?"
Otto tried to keep from panicking, but his breath and heart kept pumping madly.
Okay Otto, he thought, keep your cool. Everything's going to be alright. It is just a dream.
"Peter, are you okay? Are you feeling well?" That girl! That's Parker's girlfriend! Aha! He's moved to the bedroom stage!
She thinks I'm Peter, he thought. My god...that isn't true...
"Answer me Peter!" The girl was concerned. Hell, she'd better be, because this isn't her boyfriend right now!
Relax Otto...only a dream. Only a dream. Only a dream.
"Um..." Otto tried to keep it up. Well, best to play along... "I had a nightmare. That's all. A nightmare. I'm fine..."
Then his stomach growled. Loudly.
Otto would've sighed in relief! Thank you stomach! Thank you, thank you! A perfect timing!
"Oh Peter, I forgotten! You haven't eaten anything all night yesterday! I'll make you breakfast right now." The girl stood up.
Otto blushed to a purpleish color. Oh My God! She is...just naked! Otto gulped big time...seeing Peter's girlfriend naked was not a good idea of a good time! (Though she does have a good body though)
Mary Jane put on that blue robe Peter brought her. "I'll make your favorites," she smiled before walking out, "Waffles!" She left the room.
Otto stood up, wide eyed. It's only a dream. It's only a dream. It'll go away. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
There was a mirror by the closet. Otto feared of what would happen next...but against his will, he approached the mirror to see his reflection.
There it is. Right from memory. It is that brilliant but lazy but hero, that same blue-eyed youngster who used to be (and possibly still) a big fan of his. It was Peter. Peter Benjamin Parker. In the flesh.
And that is who he is.
The phone rang.
Peter ran. And he ran as fast as he could in this little familiar body. How the HELL did he end up in Otto Octavius's body! What is going on here!
"No! No! No!" Peter screamed through the city. The actuators were confused.
Father? What is wrong? Is it another nightmare?
When Peter's screaming through the city in Otto Octavius's body, with the tentacles out and visible, everyone nearby screamed and ran like hell. But Peter didn't care; he only had one thing in his mind: and that is to see if his body was still alive.
Luckily, there were 75 cents in this coat's pocket, so he's able to find the nearest payphone to call MJ's house...
But MJ answered it.
"Hello?" Otto could hear the girl from outside the bedroom. He blushed again, reminded of you-know-what.
MJ! Thank god it's her! But...is his body okay?
"Um..." Peter didn't know what to say...since his voice was different, Mary Jane wouldn't recognize none other than Otto Octavius's voice...Peter 'ahemed' to clear his voice.
"I need to speak to...Peter Parker? From the Daily Bugle." Good Excuse!
The girl poked her head through the door, glancing at a dumbstruck Otto-Peter.
"Sweety Petey!" Sweety Petey? "Someone wants to speak to you in the phone!" Mary Jane gave him the cordless phone. Otto-Peter took it.
"I'll leave you be, Tiger!" And she left.
Otto's fingers were trembling. What could he say? Could he say this next person has the wrong number? He doesn't know what to do...but Otto did the most unthinkable thing---
"Hello?"
Oh, thank you God! Thank you, thank you! Sweet Mary mother of God in heaven, it is his sweet voice again! That taste of familiarity proves that he is still alive! But who is in his body if Peter was in Otto's?
"Otto?" Peter chirped. "Otto Octavius?"
"Wha? Who is this! Parker, is that you! Why do I hear my voice when I'm speakin' in your voice?"
Oh good! That's where Otto went, Peter thought. He sighed in relief.
Huh? The actuators were confused.
Why do we hear father's voice by the mouth, but we do not recognize his voice in his thoughts?
Who are you? What did you do to father!
Oh God, he hate these headaches...so this is what made Otto crazy? You're kiddin', Spider-man would turn crazy in an instant!
Why did you call Parker?
Is father on the other line?
Ooh! Ooh! I wanna speak to him! I like Peter, he's so cool!
No, you dolt! That is father...on the other line!
WTF!
"Watch your mouth, all four of you or whatever!" Peter paused. Did he just nagged at four mechanical actuators?
"What did you say Peter?" Otto asked.
"It's the arms...I didn't realize they're so annoying, talking all the time in my head!"
"Uh huh, now I tell ya! See? See? I wasn't a maniac, if only I didn't have those freakin' voices in my head! I tried to tell you, but noooo! Nobody would listen to me!"
Both men entered a pause and a long silence. Peter-Otto couldn't help but think about Mary Jane, about her safety.
"Did you hurt her?"
"What?" Otto-Peter was confused.
"Did you hurt MJ!"
"Peter, that is the last thing on my mind right now, okay? The thing you really should think about is this: HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!" Otto was so loud, Peter had to take the receiver from his ear.
"Okay, okay! Calm down doc," Peter chuckled. So, MJ's safe. Heh, what was Peter thinking about, Otto hurting MJ? That's not going to ever happen!
"No, no, I'm serious Peter, this is not right, not logical at all."
Peter-Otto let out a big sneeze. He'd almost forgotten, Otto had a cold. Now, since he was in Otto's body, he has the cold.
"Don't tell me," Otto laughed, "you got my cold."
"Like Hell I do! You owe me, 'cuz now I'm suffering."
"I owe you squat. But what I need you to do is shoplift some Tylenol at Walgreens for me."
Peter protested. "Uh, do you remember my super hero policy? That I don't steal, like the way you do!"
"Hey, you're in my body, you can steal candy from a baby for all I care! The last thing I—no, we—need is one of us getting sick and dead, both stuck in the wrong bodies! You need to take care of my body, and I'll take care of yours. I promise. Do you?"
Peter smiled. Of all the guys in the world, good thing that he was fortunate enough to switch with this man.
"Okay. I will. But Otto, what do you think caused this 'switch' anyway?"
Otto thought for a minute, then shugged. "I don't really know...but...unless from last night..."
"The electric shock!" Peter gasped.
"No shit!" Otto gasped, covering his forehead.
"You really think so? That electricity could really do that?"
"No one has ever survived a direct electric shock Peter!" Otto forced laughed, "and you, of all the people, a young science college student, should know better!"
"Humpt."
"But Peter, I want you to go and steal some cold medicine, take some, and come over here, wherever this place is. We need to discuss things, we need to try and get our body back, you understand?" Otto-Peter's voice was serious, a tone Peter wouldn't use when he was in his body.
"Oh alright. I hope God have some mercy on me, he he..."
But before Peter could hang up, "Oh, and Peter."
"What?"
"I didn't know you love waffles! Me too! Do you like the kind with blue berries in 'em?"
"Yep! MJ's makin' that for breakfast? 'Cause, she makes the best waffles a man to like...uh, why are we talking about this?"
"Oh, right." But, before Peter could hang up again:
"Oh, and Peter."
"WHAAAAT!"
"I can't believe you went up to the sex stage already! Why didn't marry her first? Ever heard of STDs?"
Peter blushed. Oh my god...
"Aha! So you did touch her!"
"No, or rather, she touched me! I was lying there, not a morning person, and then suddenly, I lie there, seeing your girlfriend naked? Tch. Tch. That was the worst nightmar—"
Peter-Otto, with a red angry face, hung up.
lol review! (I think I'm making them a little tooo bit ooc. But I don't care, lol!)