1. The story of ___ and Octavius
Mr. Octavius was not always this 'psychotic' man, at least that's how I remember him.
He loved his job, where he invented his most brilliant inventions with ambition - including his demise due to the sentient arms that gifted him his nickname 'doctor Octopus'.
He also loved his beautiful wife Rosalie Octavius dearly, she was one of the kindest woman I've known in that workplace, after all, she was the one who recruited me as her 'little helping hand' - my pet name she loved to call me. As a whole, she was like a big sister/mother to me (whichever you prefer). She may have been 'doc Ocks' real assistant but I helped them out, for them - to have it easier - and for me - to get some work experience, at the end of the day Dr.Octavius appreciated my help and got quite fond of me.
Overall he was one of the most well-liked scientists I've got to get to know, until of his downfall of course.
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Otto Octavius downfall and awaking of doctor Octopus happened thanks to Dr. Ocatviuses' stubbornness which caused the overloading and miscalculation of the reactor at the demonstration, these occurrences led to the death of his favorite assistant and beloved lover Rosalie.
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It only started to go downwards and that rapidly at that point.
If only I had known it will turn out like this I would have never started talking with Rosalie, I would never have started to be friends with Rosalie, I would never have accepted her request as her assistant, I would have never met this him.
This was not the kind Dr.Octavius I've known who would bring me hot beverages while working, it was someone - something - I've never known... it was something else.
I wish I have ran away or fled the country.
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After the bankruptcy of Oscorp I was devastated at first, not because of the loss of the job nor of the failure of the experiments - no - it was the death of Mrs. Ocatvius and the hospitalization of Dr.Octavius.
The events traumatized me to the point that I needed help from a therapist.
To this day I can see the unmoving body of Rosalie being transported out of the building her lifeless body screaming at me, looking and speaking at me, I should have done something like trying to convince him to stop, anything...
After I've heard the first news about Dr.Octavius, now known as Doctor Octopus, I was in shock, I didn't believe it at first until I've seen it with my own eyes.
These were my first sleepless nights thanks to him.
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I completely disappeared for the first one or two months and used my savings that I saved up for emergencies, "why did I not use it to get out of here?" is one of the frequent questions I ask myself everytime since my capture.
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My capture happened because of a small - or rather big - slip-up I've made and that by working in a bank, I don't know why I started to work there, was it out of naivety? Did I think it was already safe enough to live a normal life? Or was it out of stupidity? Did I seriously think he would stop doing crimes out of the blue? I don't know, I don't remember, the only thing I remember from my past with him are only small snippets - including my kidnapping -
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I was cleaning little things up at the building like small picking and throwing away crumbled or ripped papers that visitors left, empty coffee cups and other stuff until I heard screaming and things being thrown around the building, I turned as fast as I could to where the sound came from and froze.
"Dr. Octavius...?" I whispered in disbelief, everyone was running away to safety while I was frozen in place out of fear...terror. He was not the man I knew, he was... different. Fortunately for me, a bystander broke me away from my panic state "move!" they yelled at me while dragging me out of the building as best as they could.
As we got outside we tried to get to safety, we were looking everywhere, since the fight between him and our local hero spiderman also destroyed the streets near the bank, making it almost impossible to escape the scene without getting at least your foot broken or something similar.
During our search for a protected hideout, I accidentally met eyes with 'doc Ock' and my heart stopped, it felt as if both of our worlds stopped - for different reasons - mine out of the hideous thoughts swirling around my head, creating dark bitter emotions which created a disgusting reaction that identified itself as panic, it reanimated my biggest traumatic experience in front of my glassy and wide-opened eyes.
Whilst losing myself in my fears I didn't realize him looking at me with dazed eyes, as if he had seen his long-lost lover. He was moving fast in my direction with destroying any obstacle that got or tried to get into his way as if I was the only oasis in a desert, like I was the fire and he was the moth, like I was his oxygen he needs to breathe everyday , as if I was his one and only.
My savior from earlier ditched me at my panicked state so that I, unfortunately, unfortunately noticed too late that he wanted to have me in his clutches.
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I 'lived' in his hideout for God knows how long.
He kept me in a closed-off room, no windows and only one locked door,
I had a bed and little knickknacks for decoration purposes or gifts he brought me for behaving - as if I had no other choice, his punishments would not only include inappropriate touching but also being his test subject for his inventions, like the chip that is located near my head that makes me cooperate with his demands and making it impossible for me to go against him when he's near me or the little white wings which are incapable of doing anything except of moving fitting to the emotion I feel so that I could live out his dumb 'little dove' or ridiculous 'angel' image he had of me.
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He was forcing me to take a sedative because of my 'little tantrum' I had even though we both know that he gave me that so that he could touch me with no 'whining'. He was caressing my face with his ha-
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"W-where am I?"