The rating has changed to T because of injury mentioned but it is nothing bad at all.

Chapter 13

The basement was really dark.

"I can't seem to get the lights on." Oscar complained quietly as he attempted to mess with the switch.

"Don't worry about it." Olive told him as she reached behind her and grabbed a flashlight. She turned it on as the rest of them went for their own.

As they walked slowly through the large room, Otis could tell something was off. Dementia was not as 'unknowing' as some of Odd Squads villains were. He was cunning and would not just let Odd Squad in without having some plan up his sleeve-

All of a sudden, the lights came on.

And there in front of them was the man himself, Dementia.

"So," he said in a calm and calculating voice, "You finally put the pieces together."

"Dementia, your days of odd are over." Ms. O said. "You're coming back with us to Odd Squad-."

Dementia raised his hand to silence her. "I'm sorry, Oprah, but this isn't about you or Odd Squad." He then looked toward Otis. "It's about my son."

Olympia frowned as Otis said, "What do you want, Dementia?"

"I framed you for giving me the way to get into Odd Squad headquarters."

All of their faces went into shock.

"What?" Otis asked, almost unable to grasp what he just heard.

Dementia looked only at his son, almost ignoring the others who were also there. "Otis, I knew that if I turned Odd Squad against you, you'd be alone and have nowhere else to go."

Otis paled. This was all his fathers doing? The last five years were all his fault?

"But, I didn't do it to hurt you, Otis." Dementia said, his face turned from his normal calculating look to one of compassion, something no one would have thought possible from the villain. "I did it to help you."

"Yo-You did it to help me?" Otis questioned, trying to push the slight stutter in his voice away. "How on earth would framing me for something like that and having me kicked out of the only place I felt I belonged helping me?!"

Dementia frowned. "Otis, I realized I was wrong. I realized I took you for granted and I should have never left you and let Odd Squad take you. I made a huge mistake and I am sorry. I realized I was the one who pushed you away and, in turn, pushed you toward the path of Odd Squad. I didn't act like the father I should have, and I am sorry."

Otis then realized, his father really did still love him, even after everything that happened. Despite being Odd, Dementia still had a heart.

"It took me awhile to get what I needed, but once I did, I set in motion the plan I so intricately put together ten years ago, the one only you and I knew. I knew that Odd Squad would have no way to figure it out unless they had the one person who knew me better than anyone."

"Well, or if we caught you at the supermart again."

"Oscar!" Ms. O scolded.

"Then," Dementia continued, "I placed the clues around, so you could follow the trail to me. I had a feeling you'd be confused and need some extra time to figure it out so that gave me enough time to finish my 'Memory Eraser'."

"You're still going through with this?" Olive asked.

Dementia smiled. "But of course, you don't think I'd do all of this, be so close to what I have tried to do for my entire life, and not do it?" He asked with a smug look to his face. "All that's left to do is to turn it on," he then walked closer to Otis, "And to rejoin with my son." He then extended his hand to Otis. "What do you say, Otis? Rejoin me, and we will cause oddness together, again."

Otis looked at his father's outstretched hand. His father still loved him. That was something never though he would hear. It almost seemed to good to be true, but he knew his father, and he knew this was genuine. He then looked at Dementia's face. But even after everything he had tried to tell Otis, he still wanted to cause Oddness. He may have turned into a father, but it still was not enough.

"Dad," Otis said, "If you should have learnt anything from what happened, it should have been that being Odd isn't right."

Dementia frowned again, pulling his hand back ever so slightly, "Otis, I did this for you-."

"But that doesn't make it right!" Otis said, sadness laced in his voice. "No matter what your reasons are or who you want to help, being Odd is never the answer."

"Otis, can't you see?" Dementia tried, "You're my son, and we will always be Odd, no matter what we do. We can't run from it, we can't change it, so why not embrace it?" He looked into Otis's eyes and stretched his hand back out fully. "I'm your father, Otis. Please, please rejoin me."

Otis looked back at Dementia's hand. He thought about what his father had told him, and he wanted more than anything to have his dad back, but he knew it was wrong. Even though his father and reconciled for his mistakes with Otis, he had no want or reason to leave his life of Odd.

"You know, if you would have asked me a week ago, I might have actually thought about it." Otis said. "But, I think you made a big mistake sending me back to Odd Squad. Because, before I went back, I was angry at them and confused. I was alone, and I had no one to turn to. But once I did return, I realized I never really was alone." He then turned to Olympia, who smiled. "And even though they may have made a mistake," He looked to Ms. O. "They're still my friends." Otis then turned back to his father. "You may have not intended for it to work out this way, but you fixed me, Dad. So, no, even if you're my father, I'll never rejoin you."

Dementia just stood there for a moment. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Otis stood firm. "Positive."

With a sigh, Dementia lowered his hand, "Then, I guess I'll just have to turn you back."

"But," Otis said, panic starting to flood his mind. "You told me you'd never re-write my mind."

Dementia let out sigh, "You don't give me much of a choice, so, I guess I'll just have to stop you, along with the rest of Odd Squad."

Otis sighed. "Guess that mean's I finally get to use my ninja moves."

Dementia quickly grabbed the machine and inserted the key.

"Otis, what do you want us to do?" Olympia asked him.

Otis looked at is partner. "Do you remember your 'O song' you did for Oddtube?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, you're about to see some more of my 'secret specialized abilities'." He told her.

Olympia smiled. "So, you want me to sing the 'O song'? No problem!"

"Olympia, that's not what I meant." Otis told her.

"Just take him out, Otis!" Ms. O told him.

Otis nodded and ran towards the machine. Dementia shot a beam at him, but Otis easily evaded it with a quick side step. Dementia kept the barrage of beams going, but Otis kept dodging every one of them.

Olive took Oscar and hid behind a beam to avoid being hit by the mind controlling beams. "Oscar," She said, "Once Otis manages to get Dementia away from his machine, I need you to go disable it."

"Ok."

Otis took a leap over a pile of lumber that laid on the ground as he dodged yet another beam. He quickly picked himself up and continued weaving his way through the laser field. As one got particularly close, Otis flipped into the air, going over top the beam.

Without being able to land one shot on his son, Dementia left his machine and when after Otis by himself.

Oscar, seeing his opening, went to the machine.

"Olive, we have to help Otis." Ms. O told her. Olive agreed and they both went after Dementia.

"You know, I really feel like we need musical accompaniment."

"Olympia!"

"Sorry!"

Otis saw Dementia coming after him, so he decided to go on the offensive. He stopped running away and got into an attack stance.

"Come on, Otis. You're not actually going to fight your own father, are you?" Dementia asked.

"Are you really giving me a choice?" Otis shot back.

"I guess that's true." Dementia said, a bit of a chuckle coming after it.

Otis then kicked his leg out to hit Dementia, but he quickly countered with block. Dementia tried to punch Otis, but he leaned back out of its path. That's when Olive and Ms. O showed up, using their own attacks, but they all seemed futile against him.

"Ms. O goes in for the kick,

Olive comes right back with it.

Oscar works on disarming the machine with his gadgets-."

"Olympia!"

"Uh-Oh, it's another O-O-O!

Uh-Oh, it's another O-O-O!"

Dementia threw another punch and chuckled. "I never knew your partner was so annoying."

That made Otis even more angry.

"Olympia!"

Olympia realized Oscar was calling for her. She rushed over and looked at him. "What is it?"

"I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong. I've tried everything I know of, but I can't disarm it!"

Olympia raised a brow. "Why can't you just unplug all of these wires?" She asked as she reached to do just that.

"NO!" Oscar yelled, pulling her arm away. "If we do that, the whole thing could go off and wipe our minds clean!"

"Oh," Olympia said. "So, what are we supposed to do."

"I don't know." Oscar said. "All of these wires are labeled with a letter of the alphabet, but I have no idea what that pattern could be."

Otis stood in fight stance, a bit shaky, but still ready to fight. He had a small bruise on his head, and he certainly had felt better before, but he was the only one left. Ms. O and Olive had already been taken down. He was the last line of defense.

"Otis, you know I don't want to fight you." Dementia said.

"I won't join you, Dad." Otis said. "I know you want me back, but I won't."

Dementia took a look at his son and frowned.

"I had such high hopes for you, Otis. Ever since you were born I knew you could be so much more than I could ever dream, but never in my life would I have thought you would use all that for Odd Squad."

"Dad," Otis said. "You don't have to be Odd. You can stop this now and make the change."

Dementia just shook his head. "I'm sorry, Otis, but you will not change my mind."

"That's it!" Olympia yelled.

"What?" Oscar asked.

"Something Otis said before. He said all villains run on a pattern. It's almost like they can't help it!"

"But how does that help us?"

"What has Dementia been obsessed with this entire time even though we didn't know it? Otis!"

Olympia quickly reached into the machine and pulled out the cords. O, T, I, S.

As Otis evaded a punch from his father, he could feel himself wearing out.

"How much longer are we going to do this?" Dementia asked him.

"As long as I can." Otis countered.

Dementia laughed. "Frankly, I'm getting tired of it."

Then, he did something odd. Dementia stopped fighting. To most, it would have looked like a surrender, but Otis knew better. But, sadly, there was no time to run…

Otis froze in place, unable to move, but this was just the beginning. Dementia was going to erase his mind.

"Dad!" Otis yelled, "You don't have to do this!"

Dementia looked into his eyes, an expression of sadness on his face. "I'm sorry, son."

"Otis!" yelled Olympia. "We got it!"

The shock that two kids disarmed his machine caused Dementia to lose focus of his son. Otis pushed away from his hold on his mind and grabbed the device he was holding onto for just this moment.

He shot a beam from it at Dementia, which hit him dead on.

The 'memory displace-inator'. It was something new Oscar had created. Otis knew the only way to stop Dementia was to erase his memory; make him forget he was even odd.

Dementia sunk to the floor, forgetting all about the fight, and even what he was fighting for.

"Who do I work for?" Otis said. "I work for Odd Squad."