A Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 3—Electro's Power Outage

Author's Note—Hi again! And so we have Chapter Three…All that I would like to say is "thank you" for all the reviews… Also I would like to ask all of you to make suggestions for possible pranks for future chapters. If you do make a suggestion, there is a REALLY good chance I will use it, so just throwing that out there. Thanks again, and enjoy this chapter!

It took a while for Max Dillon to think of an appropriate prank to pull on Doc Ock. He wasn't the smartest apple in the bunch, and he was always picked on by the other members of the Sinister Six about it. Speaking of the Sinister Six, Dillon was pretty sure there was a meeting today, down in Ock's hideout.

Thinking about possibly going to the meeting gave him an idea…

Electro grudgingly went to the meeting, during which Doc Ock made a fool out of him and basically humiliated him. This was making him angry. Who did Otto think he was, getting to make all the shots? He was the leader, but still… It wasn't fair that nobody else got to make any decisions. Electro was pretty sure he was going to quit the Sinister Six anyway.

After the meeting, everyone, including Doc Ock, left to go their separate ways; there was always something to do for a criminal in New York City.

Electro stayed behind, waiting until everyone was gone. When everyone had left, he went back into Doc Ock's house, which was a small, drab, condemned house. However, there was still electricity and running water (which Ock had adjusted).

Max Dillon went down to the basement, looking for something. It had to be here, in the basement. He knew this from years of being an electrician.

Suddenly, Electro grinned. He had found it.

The electricity-manipulating criminal went over to the grey electrical box that jutted out of the wall. He yanked it open. Yes, this was it. This was the generator box that controlled the electricity and water for this pitiful building.

And Electro was going to destroy it.

He stood back and powered up; readying his power. Then he released his power, sending many volts of electricity towards the generator box.

The electrical box shorted out, sparking and fizzling with energy. The small light in the basement went out, and that was when Electro knew he had succeeded. He grinned, a little proud of himself at a prank well done. He jotted down a quick little note to Doc Ock and left.

Later that evening, Dr. Otto Octavius returned to his little ramshackle home. Once he had gone through the door, he took off his coat. He was wet, tired, and exhausted, and all he wanted to do was go to bed. He went to flick the kitchen light on and—

Nothing happened. He flicked the light a few more times, but it still wasn't working. Damn light bulb must have blown. He went into the living room and flipped the light switch. Again, it didn't work. He checked all the lights in the house and concluded that something must be wrong with the switch box.

Otto stomped down the stairs to the basement. This little hellhole was more trouble than it was worth, but at least it was heated…

He went over to the switch box and just stared in shock.

The switch box had been completely fried; basically it was totally destroyed. The box sparked; and there were a few live wires on the ground.

Otto narrowed his eyes. He was pretty sure this didn't happen all by itself… He looked closer and discovered there was a note attached to the switch box. Now he knew who had done this. That stupid fool…

He read the note.

Octavius,

Thanks for TPing my house, asshole.

Hope you have fun trying to fix this!

Sincerely,

Max Dillon

P.S. I raided your fridge. No sense in letting your food spoil!

Otto seethed with rage. Who the hell did Dillon think he was? If he wanted to play these childish games, fine. Otto would certainly comply.

After all, humiliating people was much more fun than manipulating them…

Author's Note: What do you think? Thanks for reading! Please review, as I enjoy feedback!